| The language of the lie
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| Barbed and callous tongues shall lick
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| Behind the thinnest doors
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| A web of falsehood so unfolds
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| Humility
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| (Pride dissected, maliciously)
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| A mockery
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| Bonds dissolve in endless mimicry
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| Cruelly illuminated
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| Subject of shallow spectacle
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| Inherent weaknesses revealed
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| Contact withers to a lull
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| Once perfect pictures
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| Now stained with fingerprints
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| Tragedy fucks jealously
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| The human heartstrings bend and break
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| Vultures with human eyes
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| Can you feel them circling?
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| Prey on tender moments
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| The failures of purest dream
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| Our selfish means
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| Are the means to this fucking end
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| A knife for every spine
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| Of every man
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| Nails scratching into the flesh
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| Until the fibers are broken
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| Something’s got to give
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| The bottoms of bottles
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| No longer ease the pain
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| And the bathroom mirror
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| Reflects the face of autonomy
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| Man must invert
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| Internalize the pain
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| Sequence replays in the mind
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| The human heartstrings bend and break
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| Vultures with human eyes
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| Can you feel them circling?
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| Prey on tender moments
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| The failures of purest dream
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| Our selfish means
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| Are the means to this fucking end
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| A knife for every spine
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| Of every man… of every man
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| Lot of the ugly answers
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| Lie somewhere in between
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| Intrinsic disregard
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| The burden of weakness
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| They’re sharpening!
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| The knives are always sharpening
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| A life now stained with fingerprints
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| Something’s got to give |