You're running away from your enemies
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you submit to every attack
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everybody gets their chance to wrap their hands around your neck
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this is how life imitates death
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nothing changes - nothing moves
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spend your final hours hearing roaches crawl across your casket lid
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hear the soil falling over your head
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it buries you - weakness
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crawling on floors and trying to hide yourself in dirt and in cracks
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disaster follows you so cross your filthy fingers behind your back
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circumstance makes you the victim
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that's what you want to believe
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But you become the vermin that you hate when you let weakness keep you safe
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Let's just say that I went back inside to pull you out
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Then you said that you'd much rather crawl
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Let's just say that I left you there to rot away
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you're so determined - chest dragging...
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CRAWL - you're crawling
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while I live, I may fail - but I will never be weak
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Crawling
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Indecision |