| I don’t need your scornful reply, I’m sick of your constant denial
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| Don’t want to face your immorality
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| Irritated by your selfish smile, I cannot stand your bitter hate
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| Your presence is a pain
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| Hurt
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| My soul with all your fucking lies
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| I’m searching for redemption
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| I wish I could find an answer
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| Words are perfect deceivers
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| They revive my wounds forever
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| A black star moving around a pole of raw negativity
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| Like void never fulfilled
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| The wage of sins is to fall
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| In self-destructive schemes
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| I feel so numb, I feel so cold, your vain, delusive heresy
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| Makes me nonexistent and dead inside
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| I would rather disappear, or shed my blood onto the ground
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| Than having to face your sheer vanity
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| Hurt
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| My soul with all your fucking lies
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| I’m searching for redemption
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| I wish I could find an answer
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| Words are perfect deceivers
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| They revive my wounds forever
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| I taste my anger, reacting to preserve my mind
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| I left your twisted, pervert world behind
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| Control is over, no more tainted promises
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| My eyes are open wide
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| I’m searching for redemption
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| I wish I could find an answer
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| Words are perfect deceivers
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| They revive my wounds forever |