| Cherubs scream «Oh yes, he’s the fall man» harbor him to de-spoil it
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| Fill the void, sanctify the noise, Peel and bleed my sore
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| So wake yourself up, you can’t deem me
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| Your p**sed fake sympathy
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| When I feel like you do… breathe like you do…
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| Opposites feed the whole
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| Dreams of fancy fuels up the home stand, starving swine
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| Kills the boar freely
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| Baleful crux left raw, geno-overhaul
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| Ripping gold from the tooth that made you
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| What you are! |
| A Falling Star! |
| Be a man not a god!
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| Yeah I feel like you do… reminisce like you do…
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| Differences feed the whole
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| Still not safe… you can’t touch thats wrong!
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| Still I bleed the way you do
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| Born a creep… Cherubs ghost that’s lost!
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| Still I feel the way you do
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| Shadows came through
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| Splinted faith grew
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| I’m not sane, people say;
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| Why a twisted life comes so easily
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| Eyes closed… Eyes sowed…
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| I’m not great, still OK, watching out what’s best for me
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| You can feel me now… ROTT!!!
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| Steered away… You ca''t crush thats Wrong!
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| Still I bleed the way you do
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| Torned and Shamed… Cherubs ghost thats lost!
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| Still I feel the way you do |