| At the end of the ropes-
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| Lies a knot tethered tight
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| Lewd actions, leathered crawling
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| And an indifference
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| To whether things are wrong or right
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| No, I won’t- won’t let go
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| Because I can’t as it’s so plain to see
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| Strung up, high on the night’s breath
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| Feeling strangled yet ultimately freed
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| This communion, which you compesce me
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| Full engulfment- this coil of which
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| I am transcending
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| Creatures beyond their comforts
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| A blood lust and spit bind-
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| This passion will hurt
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| In the still of the dark
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| A comploration will be heard
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| No, I won’t- won’t let go
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| Because I can’t as it’s so plain to see
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| Strung up, high on the night’s breath
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| Feeling strangled yet ultimately freed
|
| This communion, which you compesce me
|
| Full engulfment- this coil of which
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| I am transcending
|
| Creatures beyond their comforts
|
| A blood lust and spit bind-
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| This passion will hurt |