| I tried to bleed out, bleed out the sickness
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| With synthetic remorse
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| Like tempests they assail from the sky (Haunting me, killing me. Will I remain?)
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| And I’m sorry (So sorry)
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| For all I’ve done to you
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| In my hour of shame, twisting, turning blind, deaf
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| Waif-like and thinning
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| Go… Run away
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| Don’t look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light
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| Exhale all of the sorrow I’ve brought unto you
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| Exhale the locusts
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| Exhale the locusts
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| Better off unfeeling numb and motionless
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| Frozen like a sleeping death
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| Cold mother You’re gone
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| All I’m left with is my hate
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| No, with my blood opiate entwines her poison lips on mine
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| I’m better off in the lye, for I’ve got nothing anymore
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| Go… Run away
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| Don’t look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light
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| Exhale all of the sorrow I’ve brought unto you
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| Exhale the locusts
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| Go… Run away
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| Don’t look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light
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| Exhale all of the sorrow I’ve brought unto you
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| Exhale the locusts
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| The sun you’ve always known
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| A bleeding heart
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| Your Achilles heel
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| The sun you’ve always known
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| We fade away |