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Disgrace |
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Its spewing mood |
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We are not really real |
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Mirage solitude is what they try to feel and |
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I will not be made to carry a seal in the fake charade |
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Spewing bile across the seas |
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Bringing existence to it's knees |
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I will manifest my sins |
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I will Kill Mercy Within |
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Immersed in this hypnotic spell |
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Imbued in spite the hate that swells |
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I'm not terrified anymore |
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There's nothing left but open sores |
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Escape |
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Relinquish all reality, I know |
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I'm feeling like I'm alienated from my own and |
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I will not be made to carry a seal in the fake charade |
|
Spewing bile across the seas |
|
Bringing existence to it's knees |
|
I will manifest my sins |
|
I will Kill Mercy Within |
|
Immersed in this hypnotic spell |
|
Imbued in spite the hate that swells |
|
I'm not terrified anymore |
|
There's nothing left but open sores |
|
Spewing bile across the seas |
|
Bringing existence to it's knees |
|
I will manifest sins |
|
I will Kill Mercy Within |
|
Immersed in this hypnotic spell |
|
Imbued in spite the hate that swells |
|
I'm not terrified anymore |
|
There's nothing left but open sores |
|
Nothing left but open sores |
