| I awaken from this cold sweat, saturated in my own contempt
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| Nothing left but broken fragments of cherished memories once spent
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| I’ve screamed blue murder in futility and smashed up walls
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| To bleed this pain away but I can’t escape from this disarray
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| Incidentally I’ve already seen the worst of this and I
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| I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk 'til dawn)
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| A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
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| I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; |
| I won’t be coming back this time
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| These sleepless nights are killing me
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| What awaits me in my decrepit dream
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| Aversion and despondency (scarification, monotonously)
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| I’ve screamed blue murder in futility
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| And smashed up walls to bleed this pain away
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| But I can’t escape from this disarray
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| Incidentally I’ve already seen the worst of this and I
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| I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk 'til dawn)
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| A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
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| I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; |
| I won’t be coming back this time
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| Release me from this nightmare
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| Incidentally I’ve already seen the worst of this and I
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| I can’t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide (from dusk 'til dawn)
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| A sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass
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| I’ll bathe my scars in cyanide; |
| I won’t be coming back this time
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| I won’t be coming back this time (coming back this time) |