Endless parade of gross perversions
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Like pins pushed into my brain
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However short-lived it may be
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I remember the sweeteness of the pain
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Is the greater sin the act I commited
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Or the lie later expressing disgust
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That doesn't exist most of the time
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A lack of morals or a lack of trust?
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No more blood in my heart
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Just concrete pouring in
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Protection from conviction
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Mortared by my sin
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My face slowly turns to stone
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No one gets inside
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Now I have my secret place
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Now I can hide
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The white I wore in my dreams
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Irrevocably blackened
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Anger settling over my eyes
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At finding myself lacking
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I let them into my darkest halls
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And I hate myself for it
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They never knew as they overturned things
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What was being destroyed
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Replaying and reliving
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The dark passages of my life
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Smiling as I wreak the vengeance
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I can never realize
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My hands and eyes stay on me
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I have made my choice
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The big man I am inside
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Will never use my voice
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I make the lame excuses I heard before
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And didn't tolerate
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I look into the mirror
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And what I see I surely hate
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Wretch that I am
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Who'll free me from the body of death
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The answer's written in my stone
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Waiting for my breath
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Dysfunctional
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Frank's Enemy |