| Not a vestige remains
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| Of the naive, misled girl
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| This place will claim your soul
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| Spit in your mouth, bind and gag you
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| It’s easy to lose your mind
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| Then blame it on apathy
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| (Denial fits you well)
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| The medication that you pray for
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| Leads back to your misery
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| From the cradle of emotional wounds
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| To the floor of physical scars
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| You fuck the liars who deliver nothing
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| Yet promise you the stars
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| I’ll pray for endless fires for endless days
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| Burn this fucking place away
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| Burn the corpses and spit on the ashes
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| Of a faded memory
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| From perfect skin to ashen gray
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| There is an art to the pain of your life
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| With every tear that falls
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| It’s a part of you that will forever die
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| It’s easy to lose your mind
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| Then blame it on apathy
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| (Denial fits you well)
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| The medication that you pray for
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| Leads back to your misery
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| Is it worth the sin?
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| Does it relieve the pain?
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| On your knees again
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| Queen of the charlatans
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| Xanax and a loaded gun
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| Smut queen, watch you run
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| They’ll shed no tears for you
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| They’ll watch you die unloved
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| Search for the missing pieces
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| Cut away by those you trusted
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| There is an art to the pain of your life
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| With every tear that falls
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| It’s a part of you that will forever die
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| It’s easy to lose your mind
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| Then blame it on apathy
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| (Denial fits you well)
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| The medication that you pray for
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| Leads back to your misery
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| Now you’re immortalized
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| Queen of the gutter
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| Relinquish yourself from life
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| To spite the ones that suffer |