| Just rest your head, ill cut through your skin
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| bleed you out to death, stitch you up and leave
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| grind the dust out of my bones, and make diamonds out of whats indisposed
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| hollow shell of my lingering ghost screaming «this is not enough»
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| I don’t care about shiny things or legacies
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| just lie to me and tell me that in the end ill be so
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| i don’t care about shiny things or legacies
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| just lie to me and tell me that in the end ill be a…
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| swallow pills that crush your soul
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| and smile while you fall down the hole
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| redirect the sirens to me, prop me up on that table to see
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| and you’ll say just rest your head
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| ill cut through your skin
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| bleed you out to death
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| stitch you up cause this is not enough
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| I don’t care about shiny things or legacies
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| just lie to me and tell me that in the end ill be so
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| i don’t care about shiny things or legacies
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| just lie to me and tell me that in the end ill be alive
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| face down in the bed, needles through my chest
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| sirens blue and red, they come crashing in.
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| and she said
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| Just rest your head, ill cut through your skin
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| bleed you out to death, stitch you up and leave |