| When your aspirations
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| Crumble at the feet
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| Of your tormentors
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| And your jaw feels like it’s breaking
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| On the cold hard tile floor and you’re
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| Holding onto something that does
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| Farm more harm than good
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| Well then you’ve reached
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| The pits of hell
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| And there in hell
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| You’ll find the steel
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| (To smash your skin until it’s calloused
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| To grind your teeth down to the bone
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| To tear your tongue out from its shelter
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| And bleed out all alone
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| When you get there
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| We’ll tread heavy
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| Through the boneyards and the filth
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| We’ll grace the presence of the vultures
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| And spit fire of the gods)
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| We’ll both sit in our skin
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| And hate the places we have known
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| (When your back feels like it’s breaking
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| And your skin has turned to stone)
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| And you are standing in the fire
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| And you are wishing to go back
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| Well then you’ve reached the pits of hell
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| You’ve reached the pits of hell
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| (I took this journey through the mirror
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| Took a chance to take my time
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| To watch the cold hard steel of burden
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| Come and break my heart and spine)
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| I took a blade, a glass, a noose
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| And then I smashed my mind in two
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| With a bottle, pills and notion
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| That I could drink my problems dead
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| I reached the cold pits of hell
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| And split my bones in tow
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| Dragged my cold heart through the snow
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| And felt the coldest burn of all
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| The grief I’ve come to know
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| The grief I’ve come to know
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| (I took this journey through the mirror
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| Took a chance to take my time
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| To watch the cold hard steel of burden
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| Come and break my heart and spine
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| I took this journey through the mirror
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| Took a chance to take my time
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| To watch the cold hard steel of burden
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| Come and break my heart and spine)
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| I’ve got a story here to tell you
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| And best you listen or grow cold
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| 'Cause if you choose the path I’ve chosen
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| Chances are you won’t grow old
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| Won’t grow old |