| I crawled for miles, slit open by a trail of thorns
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| I prowled, I prowled for vapid avenue
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| Slurring every word I wished I said
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| Stranded, a nocturnal hell hole
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| I have a dread of becoming a martyr
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| Pry it out. |
| pry it out
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| Pavement
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| Spits back when the clock strikes
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| I crawled for miles and miles
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| Take the palms
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| Save the fright from…
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| I sprawled protypical creature
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| Mouthwide on a cobblestone canvas
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| Time lapse
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| Rejected donors
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| Flee from the scene
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| Blind numb
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| On a whiskey slicked highway
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| I’m reeling towards a the temptation at hand
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| Fog lights
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| Disjointed lightning
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| Nausceous nausceous
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| I’m drooling right on cue
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| I’m sleeping in a pew
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| It’s all a misconstrued
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| God damn this night
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| Fabricate
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| Deny
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| Until the beat makes you sick
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| Guttershark
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| Prescribe
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| The man is void of reason
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| I crawled for miles and miles
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| Till the palm’s called it quit’s. |
| yeah
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| I crawled for miles and miles
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| Take the palm’s
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| Save the fright from… fear grips me
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| Drained, pissed, drowned
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| You might cut a man just to watch him bleed
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| You might cure yourself of this plague
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| You might spill your gut’s to this blood thirsty crowd
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| They might think I’m you
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| I’m gonne end up you
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| You can’t shake it the fear the voice the tremble the bittersweet melody is
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| deafening so hide your broken halo from me
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| I crawled for miles |