| Seduced of my virgin descent
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| Raped of this primitive trust
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| Instinct… an art of overridden wrath
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| Twisted and bound into my own flesh
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| Break down… this existence
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| A wish of death… a tired warm breath
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| Disturb the subtle side of me
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| Expression my quality
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| Scratching this sanity
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| Into my walled mind…
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| My sustain of pain
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| A slut of love… the lover in sin
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| Let these beatings begin… begin…
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| Get out of my face…
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| Disgrace to your race, your kind
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| Left your own friends behind
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| …undecided oppositions fall…
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| Complications… no money
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| Need to borrow time… no help
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| Can’t seem to get a straight face
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| …a fit of intense anger…
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| Thinking… planning…
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| Switching the choices daily
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| Seeing my life through frames
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| An urge that repulses love
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| And rekindles a pain
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| Increase the purge for more…
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| Your faltered game
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| Listen to a word
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| Actions speak-out…
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| Wipe-out words that lie
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| Emotional thief… held my grounds
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| Reveal solutions to weakness
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| Conform to the trails of man
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| Breaking down of morals
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| Punishment worse when younger
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| I can smell the aroma of life
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| The elixir of ill-forgot lies
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| Taste that indulges in sin
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| Waiting to be taken in…
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| Youthful nightmares
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| Made reality through diagnosis
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| Crawling to these channels
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| Of comfort through the stains
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| From beatings
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| Playing these razor keys
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| To instrumental horror
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| The cities of living people
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| The valleys of the dead
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| Songs sung by the swarms
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| Of flies over carnage
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| The kings that endure the life of filth
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| Ripping through… digging deep
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| Chasing me in my dreams
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| Penetrate the dialect
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| A broken deep thought… learning lessbottle of cheap wine
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| The vintage mind
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| From a not so good year
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| Expose a deep hidden need
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| You’ve left me… leave me…
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| I’ve left me for this reach on unsanity
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| Speechless in this silence…
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| Speaking louder…
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| Screaming, no one hears
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| You’re seeing nothing more than you
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| Care to see what you don’t want to see
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| Garden sick creatures
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| The mind grows to fertilize
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| The concepts with shit
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| Touch my hand… sink inside my dreams
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| Reality distinct to the point of fear
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| Repeating an idea to over-analyze disgrace
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| The strain… overload… blown in your face
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| Confine this pre-made conception
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| Force-fed the lie of hope… choke on it
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| These truths untold… behold… now pain
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| This solitude for a higher love
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| Striving for some kind
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| Of excellent emotion
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| I don’t think you would like to be me
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| Sexual repression has led to deviance |