| This conversation is a fix, I’m just a slave
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| A mindless bitch, an empty picture frame, no sensation
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| And when the scales are weighted and all your skin is stored
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| Why say a prayer when there’s just nothing to save
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| Push against the blade
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| Surrender to the game
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| Push against the blade
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| Push against the blade
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| This mere old blindness, we’re all bound, it’s just the same
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| Our minds are broken while our eyes are glazed, no sensation
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| I know the scales are weighted inside this gleaming vault
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| Why say a prayer when there’s just nothing at all?
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| Push against the blade
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| Surrender to the game
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| Push against the blade
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| Push against the blade
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| Push against the blade
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| Surrender to the game
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| Push against the blade
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| Push against the blade |