| I cut out her tongue when she said my name
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| My eyes are open but I am not awake
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| They found the knife buried deep inside her
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| The sky seems higher
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| The sun seems brighter
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| Black and blue, broken, bloodied and bruised
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| Black and blue, broken, bloodied and bruised
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| Just like a dream from which you never wake up
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| This is a dream from which I never wake up
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| I am in hell
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| Trapped inside myself
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| And there is freedom in carelessness
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| I sleep
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| But I refuse to dream
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| Don’t you ever pray for me
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| Coming apart at the seams
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| There is no good inside of me
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| One day a storm will come and wash away the weak
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| Someday death will come and wake me from this sleep
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| We are defined by the burdens we keep
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| The burden I see is the burden of sleep
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| I am still in hell
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| Trapped inside myself
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| Regret unconsciousness as we spiral into the abyss
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| I sleep
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| But I refuse to dream
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| Don’t you ever pray for me
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| Coming apart at the seams
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| There is no good inside of me
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| She told me she wanted to meet the reaper
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| I had only done her a favor
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| She didn’t deserve to die
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| But I deserved to kill her
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| Grinding my teeth to dust
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| Prison bars have begun to rust
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| On the line between living and dead
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| As your eyes roll back into your head
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| This fog will never lift
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| Wide awake in nothingness
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| A mountain of torture awaits
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| I’ll see you at the pearly gates |