| I think I’ve become one of the others
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| I think I’ve become one of the others
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| I think I’ve become one of the others
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| There was a frail syrup dripping off
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| His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
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| Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
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| Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
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| His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
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| By combing her torso to a pile
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| Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
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| She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels
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| Bring me to my knees
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| Read the sharpened lines
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| All my arms
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| Bled me blind
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| Faucet leaks in shadows
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| Spilling from morgue lancet
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| Caressed your fontanelle
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| I’ve sworn to kill
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| Every last one
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| Every last one
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| Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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| Panic in the worms
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| Onto the floor
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| And out of your mouth
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| Out of your eyelids
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| All your dreams
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| splintered off
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| Leech by leech
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| On this catafalque
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| Anyone will tell you
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| Yes anyone
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| Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
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| Your mother flirted with disease
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| When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings
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| Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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| Panic in the worms
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| Onto the floor
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| And out of your mouth
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| And out of your eyelids
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| Shockless shackles free you
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| Fools taste tongues
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| I better leave you again,
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| I won’t be owned
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| Not this time
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| Shockless shackles free you
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| Volt face cons
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| abandon you again
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| I won’t feel not this time
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| Brick by brick
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| the night eclipsed
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| Pricked by cuticle thorns
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| Dried the sleep
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| on nursery slits
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| Into this life I’m born
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| Heaven’s just a scab away
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| I’d like to see you after just one taste
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| Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
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| Night forever more
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| let them see it has begun
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| The others I’ve become
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| If you should see the dice
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| Charmed with it’s snaked choked eyes
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| You’ll wear the widows weeds
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| Because they’re just your size
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| Behind the snail secretion
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| Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
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| a limbless procreation
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| let the infant crawled deformed
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| A bag replace the breath
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| of these suffocating sheets
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| and now when the craving calls
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| I’ll scratch my itchy teeth
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| And soon
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| Come on
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| if you don’t know…
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| Come on
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| if you dont know
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| Sink your teeth into
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| the flesh of midnight
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| Night forever more
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| Sink your teeth into
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| the flesh of midnight
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| Night forever more
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| She fell for the whispers
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| Sister flooded deaf tears
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| that night tore a river
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| in her baron womb mirror
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| And his multiple sons
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| with their mandible tongues
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| set crucified fires to petrified homes
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| let it burn
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| And the owls they were watching
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| and the owls did’t care
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| then the owls came a knocking
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| placenta in their stares
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| They will feed on all the carnage
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| leftover from the flood
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| and in the corner of their eyes
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| fled sister L’Via
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| Now the pieces went floating
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| reflecting all at dusk
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| conceived from the stabbing
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| was Vismund Cygnus
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| 25 wives in the lake tonight
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| raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
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| 25 snakes pour out your eyes
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| yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
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| 25 snakes are drowning
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| You cant bend your crooked arms
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| or fold your punctured proof
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| the air is growing cold
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| and there’s nothing you can do
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| Soon there’ll be no gauze
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| inside the confessional
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| only rows of crows
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| defrocking every breath
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| And one day you’ll remember
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| behind the melting cones
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| I said one day you’ll remember
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| behind the melting cones
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| you’ve already had a family
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| in the burial of your home
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| Not forevermore
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| And I peel back all of my skin
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| peel it back let it all run
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| Brick by brick
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| the night eclipsed
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| Pricked by cuticle thorns
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| Dried the sleep
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| on nursery slits
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| Into this life I’m born
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| Heaven’s just a scab away
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| I’d like to see you after just one taste
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| Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
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| Night forever more
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| let them see it has begun
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| The others I’ve become
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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| No there’s no light (No there’s no light, no there’s no time)
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing your life was
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| just a lie)
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| No there’s no light (No there’s no light, no there’s no time)
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| In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing, you ain’t got…
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| The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lense
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| A depth perception languished in the night
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| All my life I’ve been sewing the wounds
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| But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud |