| Dismal looming current
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| A darkness I call my own
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| Fuck all the extra
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| Won’t take no for an answer
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| Torn by temptation
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| Suffocated for a spell
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| Though temptation does not sleep softly
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| When entombed in the womb where it swelled
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| And swelled
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| And swelled
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| It’s beyond hushing and hiding away
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| The damnation of this plane
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| Eternal conflict
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| I can’t come to terms
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| Eons and eons of darkness interred
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| What the fuck is it worth?
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| All of the hurt
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| I plead
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| Martyr me heavenly hands
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| Mold the impossible product
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| Cut lines and shapes
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| Slave away
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| Until I ooze perfect incarnate
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| It’s beyond hushing and hiding away
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| Damnation on display
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| Dismal looming current
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| A darkness I call my own
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| Blocking all the extra bullshit out
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| As I squeeze blood from this stone
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| Torn by temptation
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| Suffocated for a spell
|
| Though temptation does not sleep softly
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| When entombed in the womb where it swelled
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| Out on the edge of the earth
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| I look down
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| See the universe from up above
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| Sleeping sound
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| It’s indifferent
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| Cutthroat and cold
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| Will I make it back?
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| Will I make it back whole?
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| Any compromise I welcome it
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| The honey of my soul I cherish it
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| This vessel is wearing thin
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| On the edge of the earth and I want back in
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| Martyr me heavenly hands
|
| Mold the impossible product
|
| Cut lines and shapes
|
| Slave away
|
| Until I ooze perfect incarnate
|
| It’s beyond hushing and hiding away
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| Now tell me
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| What the fuck is it worth?
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| All of the hurt
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| All of the pain
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| Tell me
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| All of the hurt
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| All of the pain
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| What the fuck is it worth?
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| I want back in |