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My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x3] |
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I will tell you a story |
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That's never been told |
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I wll tell you a secret |
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Five lifetimes old |
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My life has been a prison |
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A labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy |
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I'm a stain on the cloth |
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I'm just an after-thought |
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But I Would die |
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For this But through the veins of decay |
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I'll remain to betray |
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To live like |
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Caesar To die like |
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Jesus To build my own religion |
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No gods, no laws |
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To celebrate pain |
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Forsaken and ashamed |
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To watch them all |
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Crawl beneath us |
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On this bed of nails and regret |
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Dying of fevers, betrayal, and sweat |
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I cry My organs are rotting |
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My enemies are plotting |
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I am made of pages |
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Paragraphs and inspirations |
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Paper girl, burn the world |
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I pass the flame to you |
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Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4] |
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Murder, mayhem, **** her, slay them |
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My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x2] |
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My pain My misery has been formulated into an equation of nein |
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My sanity wrote a suicide note but |
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One of us is illiterate |
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And the other is blind |
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My first act of treason was picking up a pen |
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My First act of love was |
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Finding myself again |
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The hardest thing to do |
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Was standing up to you |
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Now I'm off my knees |
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Now you're begging me please |
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I'm the wound and the weapon |
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The fracture and the |
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Fist My organs are rotting |
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My enemies are plotting |
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I am made of pages |
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Paragraphs and inspirations |
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Paper girl, burn the world |
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I pass the flame to you |
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Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4] |
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Murder, mayhem, **** her, slay them |
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That stabbing in your heart |
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That black hole in your soul |
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Slowly ripping you apart |
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That's me [x2] |
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So let it be written |
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So let it be done |
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The brighter they shine |
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The darker |
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We Become |
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Vae victus, abomination [x3] |
