I think I’ve become one of the others
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I think I’ve become one of the others
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I think I’ve become one of the others
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There was a frail syrup dripping off
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His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
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Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
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Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
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His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
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By combing her torso to a pile
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Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
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She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels
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Bring me to my knees
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Read the sharpened lines
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All my arms
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Bled me blind
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Faucet leaks in shadows
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Spilling from morgue lancet
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Caressed your fontanelle
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I’ve sworn to kill
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Every last one
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Every last one
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Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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Panic in the worms
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Onto the floor
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And out of your mouth
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Out of your eyelids
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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All your dreams
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splintered off
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Leech by leech
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On this catafalque
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Anyone will tell you
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Yes anyone
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Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
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Your mother flirted with disease
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When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings
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Panic in the shakes of the wounded
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Panic in the worms
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Onto the floor
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And out of your mouth
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And out of your eyelids
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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Shockless shackles free you
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Fools taste tongues
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I better leave you again,
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I won’t be owned
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Not this time
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Shockless shackles free you
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Volt face cons
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abandon you again
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I won’t feel not this time
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Brick by brick
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the night eclipsed
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Pricked by cuticle thorns
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Dried the sleep
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on nursery slits
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Into this life I’m born
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Heaven’s just a scab away
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I’d like to see you after just one taste
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Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
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Night forever more
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let them see it has begun
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The others I’ve become
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If you should see the dice
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Charmed with it’s snaked choked eyes
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You’ll wear the widows weeds
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Because they’re just your size
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Behind the snail secretion
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Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
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a limbless procreation
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let the infant crawled deformed
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A bag replace the breath
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of these suffocating sheets
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and now when the craving calls
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I’ll scratch my itchy teeth
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And soon
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Come on
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if you don’t know…
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Come on
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if you dont know
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Sink your teeth into
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the flesh of midnight
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Night forever more
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Sink your teeth into
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the flesh of midnight
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Night forever more
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She fell for the whispers
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Sister flooded deaf tears
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that night tore a river
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in her baron womb mirror
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And his multiple sons
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with their mandible tongues
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set crucified fires to petrified homes
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let it burn
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And the owls they were watching
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and the owls did’t care
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then the owls came a knocking
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placenta in their stares
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They will feed on all the carnage
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leftover from the flood
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and in the corner of their eyes
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fled sister L’Via
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Now the pieces went floating
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reflecting all at dusk
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conceived from the stabbing
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was Vismund Cygnus
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25 wives in the lake tonight
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raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
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25 snakes pour out your eyes
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yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
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25 snakes are drowning
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You cant bend your crooked arms
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or fold your punctured proof
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the air is growing cold
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and there’s nothing you can do
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Soon there’ll be no gauze
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inside the confessional
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only rows of crows
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defrocking every breath
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And one day you’ll remember
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behind the melting cones
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I said one day you’ll remember
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behind the melting cones
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you’ve already had a family
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in the burial of your home
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Not forevermore
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And I peel back all of my skin
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peel it back let it all run
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Brick by brick
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the night eclipsed
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Pricked by cuticle thorns
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Dried the sleep
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on nursery slits
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Into this life I’m born
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Heaven’s just a scab away
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I’d like to see you after just one taste
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Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
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Night forever more
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let them see it has begun
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The others I’ve become
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches
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No there’s no light (No there’s no light, no there’s no time)
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing your life was
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just a lie)
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No there’s no light (No there’s no light, no there’s no time)
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In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing, you ain’t got…
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The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lense
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A depth perception languished in the night
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All my life I’ve been sewing the wounds
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But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud |