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A Static Lullaby |
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Miscellaneous |
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Annunciate While You Masticate |
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move into the grave that bares your name. |
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my high is creeping, but is it set in stone? |
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we're both wasted, but we're not going anywhere like this. |
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(so we'll see right through) |
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for me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure. |
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all in the taste of salt on your neck. |
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(now i) choke on the urge of taking it back |
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(till i'm) spilling the blood that rests on my tounge. |
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(dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest. |
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this fuse left burning, but now we're far too close. |
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to let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears. |
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lest sick from the guild you spread. |
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lust sick in this momen. we won't believe in anything |
