| I pull the shroud off my intentions
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| I see the tears have come to pass and
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| I don’t want to keep you waiting…
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| I need more its not enough to hold its falling through the stitching of my soul
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| What I’ve found distorted in the bones
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| Something that I hope to call my own
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| Every part of you is perfect
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| Every piece, so divine
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| Let me suffocate your weakness and the light inside
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| Every cut will bring us closer to the silence of your mind
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| Atoning for your weakness on my cross of spines
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| Does it feel the warmth inflicted, as the puzzles intertwine
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| Let me carve away your imperfections
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| Its needs more its frail within the folds its biting at the hand of my control
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| What I found breaking through the bones finality as pure as I have known
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| Every part of you is perfect
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| Every piece, so divine
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| Let me suffocate your weakness and the light inside
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| Every cut will bring us closer to the silence of your mind
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| Atoning for your weakness on my cross of spines
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| From Blood arise
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| Separation from the vein
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| This perfect form bleached to suffer pure of stain
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| Every part of you is perfect
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| Every piece, so divine
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| Let me suffocate your weakness and the light inside
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| Every cut will bring us closer to the silence of your mind
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| Atoning for your weakness on my cross of spines |