| I’m growing partial to detesting a disease in me
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| It’s head swells into beautiful, dependency
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| With teeth that feed on flesh and everything
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| I swear I am not
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| A small price to bleed and give you everything that you want
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| Dancing with the spirit, giving heart to pump a dirty vein
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| Leaving with a scar, a uniform to bruise a perfect stain
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| Anything you hate will be the root of everything you breathe
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| Breathing in the dirt will leave you hating all that you conceive
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| I try to push myself up, I’m breaking from the inside
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| I’m slipping through the cracks and I try to push it out of mind
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| Switch, switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run
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| Switch, switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run
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| To push it out is just a patch to heal a gaping wound
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| A brass tack to pin a hair and heal a broken tomb
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| I never thought I’d be the one to bring it down to this
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| My last thought is through a statement and a shattered fist
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| Face down, fearless, light me up, end this
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| Face down, fearless, light me up, end this
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| I try to push myself up, I’m breaking from the inside
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| I’m slipping through the cracks and I try to push it out of mind
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| Switch, Switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run
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| Switch, Switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run
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| Microns from the flame head
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| Beat my hands to proceed nothing
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| Staring into souls with blind eyes
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| Taking the throne in my tiny hand
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| And chase it with the pain
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| And chase it with the pain
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| And chase it with the pain
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| You won’t have life until you run
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| You got to give it all away
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| I try to push myself up, I’m breaking from the inside
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| I’m slipping through the cracks and I try to push it out of mind
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| Switch, switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run
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| Switch, switch, you’ve got to turn your back and run |