| Spoken lies in a whispered voice*
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| Drag the blade across my skin
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| You present me with no other choice
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| Let the bloodletting begin
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| Cut the veins let the blood run hot
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| To caress the beauty of the porcelain skin
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| I’ll drain you of the life you know
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| If you only return the sin
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| Skin and bones
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| No weight for the hanging
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| Shattered wrists
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| Feel no sting
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| Your my temple of flesh and bone
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| Yet I’ll tear it right down again Surrender
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| Your heart to the knife
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| I don’t recall a choice
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| Flesh to flesh without purpose
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| Some lay dead while others mourn
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| Cut from the womb of a living doll
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| I can’t control this bloodlust
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| Is it worth the sin if I go on?
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| We both lose in a game not meant to be won
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| We are a decaying flesh of an age
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| The beating heart of a world no longer existing
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| Look at us cutting each other
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| (Lost inside this tainted machine)
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| Is this what we’ve become?
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| (I often wish I couldn’t feel)
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| Beyond the suicidal thoughts of darkness
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| (The black engulfs me)
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| Surrender
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| Your heart to the knife
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| I don’t recall a choice
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| Flesh to flesh without purpose
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| Some lay dead while others mourn
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| Cut from the womb of a living doll
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| I can’t control this bloodlust
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| Is it worth the sin if I go on?
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| We both lose in a game not meant to be won |