| Been so long since I bloodied my jaw
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| I rip right through it — sometimes I’m black
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| So I drag the edge till I see the allure
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| Crawling up your spine, removing slack
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| Till I grace the floor and I slowly undo
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| What is before me without a sound
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| And I smell the heat and I’m hearing the lure
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| Where I will take you, you can’t come back
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| Pushing the cover and pulling the rest
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| The eyes of the seer go rolling back
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| As I enter the room and the hands hold me back
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| I let them do it and come right back
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| Cause I need to taste what I’m kneeling for
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| Yes you have got me — you know what for
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| So I bury the thing that won’t leave it alone
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| Into the dark and the vast unknown
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| Funeral of your every desire
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| The quaking of earth and the widow’s cry
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| As I pull away and the feeling subsides
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| You’ll slip away in the place you lie
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| And I’ll return myself to that place in your mind
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| Was it a dream or an actual crime
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| As I stand and stare in your cavernous eyes
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| Do you have me now or are you mine? |