| You weren’t bor out of time, the time went out on you
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| Stare into the mirror, see yourself broken in two
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| The ropes you thought you held are at your neck
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| Biting into your skin
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| There’s no compromise, dying is a way of living
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| Who do you blame for the pain that’s been inflicted
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| Four walls around, you inside, but the air’s been evicted
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| Living in the sunken graves, corpses for company
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| Sunken graves
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| Sunken graves, groundworks of misery
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| Sunken graves
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| What’s behind your downfall? |
| Too many bolted doors
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| Do those who locked them see you walking on all fours?
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| Pride overridden by a feather, an easy prey
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| Here’s a cruel joke: every dog has it’s day
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| Feeding on crap has become an emptyheaded reflex
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| Here’s your contract, read and weep
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| You signed it with an
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| Living in the sunken graves… Heartsoil of misery
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| You’re trying to ignore your mouth that’s filled with mud
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| Trying to get drunk from the bitter menstrual blood
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| The only transparent wall is the hardest to break trough
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| Who did this to ya, who? |
| Nobody but you
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| Living in the sunken graves… |