| A pestilential attribute as your fame |
| A lesson you neglect to |
| Ascertain |
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| You just disrupt, disgust, distrust, dig up, make fuss |
| Enough's enough and I never want to see you again |
| Before I knew it I was playing a part in this pathetic dog and pony act you |
| called a better living |
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| To think that everything could worsen with our sins |
| I should have known that everyone around me was cursed with a sense of loss |
| Just a lesser cause building me up just to be dropped |
| I'll always end up questioning you |
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| "Why so condescending with your undertones?" |
| If I go then you'll surely fail to stay afloat |
| The price rose, now your life is just a debt you owe |
| All I know is that I might take it |
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| But I can't take it |
| Now I can't take this dependency on everything that doesn't defend me at all |
| I dissolve just to feel the debilitation |
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| Creep in and crawl across the walls of my conscience |
| I never want to sit amongst the ones talking dog shit |
| If everything is nothing, how come I can't just drop this? |
| If happiness is coming, how come I haven't caught it all to myself? |
| I'm becoming a monster and far from capable of branching out for help to the |
| ones who have sworn to me absolution |
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| Send me a sign that I'll get better |
| You can tell me a lie, I won't remember |
| When I'm ready to die I'll leave a letter |
| If I hand you a knife, sign your initials |
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| It's a series of losses that halts our progression |
| If the searing would pause I could stop our resentment |
| With an eerie applause, I am drawn to your presence |
| If I show you my flaws |
| Show me your devils |
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| With the steel cold, we'll find warmth in something grimmer |
| Still born |
| I'll show you my devils |
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| Send me a sign that I'll get better |
| You can tell me a lie, I won't remember |
| When I'm ready to die I'll leave a letter |
| If I hand you a knife |
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