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Partial movement beneath the skin |
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Hold me till my times runs out |
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Then let's do it again |
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This fascination, evolving flesh |
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Is like a cancer to my system |
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An incision down my chest |
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Rapid movement in your mind's eye |
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I found faith in your perversion |
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Now crawl inside of mine |
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Dear dead flesh |
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Now I'm haunting you |
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We've become the same person |
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We need to be ripped into |
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What we were can no longer be |
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Make believe, love in mutilation |
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A sight no one can see |
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Dear dead flesh |
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Now I'm haunting you |
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We've become the same person |
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We need to be ripped into |
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What we are |
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Words cannot explain |
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A macabre, bizarre |
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Between pleasure and pain |
