everythings flushed and the closets full,
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nobodys ever seen you before.
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1, 2, 3, fucking run.
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your times out,
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dont fucking cry,
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your times run out... bleed!
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Youve been hiding
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the last nine years,
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fooled the drones,
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and learned to blend, as one.
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weak at my knees,
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ill beat them with my fist.
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until your blood runs stagnant.
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The Convenience Of A Disposable Halo
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| The Judas Cradle |
