I thank you for the Scars
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They are the lines that grace MY WRISTS TODAY
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Have you come to collect the heart
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Of the ghost you left of me?
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The purest cloth drapes sinners
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Fetid shrove of lifeless need
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In my heart she lies embedded
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But i know she'll never set me free
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Fire burns my blood when i touch you
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your heart bestowed upon me
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now I prayed for a fallen angel
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with worn out wings and a vampire's smile
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I was sent a broken angel
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I'm still alone on this crooked mile
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she's beauty and death
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take my last breath
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I'd gladly give it away
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she's wet on my lips
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the scars on my wrists
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inflicted by her misery
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so I'll speak in fragments
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my daily cruicifixtion
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you can't hold me anymore
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Fire burns my blood when i touch you
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your heart bestowed on me
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and you tell me that it's art
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and your tears are made of lies
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LIES
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hanging from your halo
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fire burns my blood when i touch you
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your heart bestowed on me
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you tell me that it's art
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and your tears are made of lies
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your heart bestowed on me
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your heart bestowed on me
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you tell me that it's art
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and your tears are made of lies
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hanging from your obsidian halo
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the problem with the dead
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they always come back again
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coking on your obsidian halo
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save your screams for savior scenes
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Obsidian Halo
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The Autumn Offering |