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It's time you see the world for what it truly is |
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A dead whore who's last words were **** me again |
| [00:11.86] |
It's time you see me for who i really am |
| [00:16.23] |
I'm the walking, wounded, bleeding, clever lies from within |
| [00:27.48] |
These hands have held the bloody corpse of my dead lover |
| [00:33.67] |
And with your skin stretched tight i'll beat you till you're blind, |
| [00:37.73] |
I'll do it to you before you do it to me, because we share the same sickness inside. |
| [00:42.67] |
And with our hands clasped tight you'll beg me not to try, |
| [00:46.23] |
I'll do it to you before you do it to me, because we share the same sickness inside. |
| [00:52.79] |
I want to forget your face, |
| [00:55.67] |
I want to forget the way you ****ing taste. |
| [00:59.29] |
I want to forget your face |
| [01:02.42] |
I want to forget the way you ****ing taste. |
| [01:07.42] |
Names mean nothing now, my eyes only see the blackest of the black |
| [01:13.35] |
Waiting for the kiss of God's fallen children, and there's no turning back! |
| [01:27.61] |
There's no turning back! |
| [01:34.49] |
It's time you see the world for what it truly is |
| [01:37.54] |
A dead whore who's last words were **** me again |
| [01:41.92] |
It's time you see me for who i really am |
| [01:45.98] |
I'm the walking, wounded, bleeding, clever lies from within |
| [01:59.48] |
And with your skin stretched tight i'll beat you till you're blind, |
| [02:03.36] |
I'll do it to you before you do it to me, because we share the same sickness inside. |
| [02:07.98] |
And with our hands clasped tight you'll beg me not to try, |
| [02:11.86] |
I'll do it to you before you do it to me, because we share the same sickness inside. |
| [02:20.24] |
Your not so perfect |
| [02:23.11] |
Just ****ing plastic, just ****ing plastic |
| [02:32.11] |
Names mean nothing now, my eyes only see the blackest of the black |
| [02:36.48] |
Waiting for the kiss of God's fallen children, and there's no turning back! |
| [02:44.42] |
Names mean nothing now, my eyes only see the blackest of the black |
| [02:50.86] |
Waiting for the kiss of God's fallen children, and there's no turning back! |
