| Drag the knife across the skin
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| Tempted to succumb
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| Carving fervor into flesh
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| Holy we’ve become
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| Turning lips to everyone
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| Giving heart to none
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| Running backwards erasing time
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| Seek the fire but never die
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| The cradle wipes blood red fresh
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| And through you the host has chosen a name
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| The cradle wipes blood red fresh
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| And through you the host has chosen a name
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| Call the name out
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| Call the name out
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| Call the name out
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| Call the name out
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| I’ll never be like you
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| Late to my own funeral
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| I’ll never be like you
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| Late to my own funeral
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| We’ll never be so late like you to our funerals
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| I’ll never be like you
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| Late to my own funeral
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| We’ll never be so late like you to our funerals
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages into the world
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages to other worlds
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages into the world
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages to other worlds
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages into the world
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| Push decay inside me for then I can open all the passages to other worlds |