the smell of piss and shame
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gives new life to this lifeless place
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but there's something about the stench and these walls
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my head cocks back and my cells respond
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and though recoiled, I may be
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this place always relived in memory
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could you ever conceive this by looking at me
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you stupid bitches couldn't see through these clothes
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Think of me...
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An Element...
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Of design...
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but still your tone is sharp
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and your words can cut like a knife
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so here I am, please cut me down again
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I am the one who will get up once more
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fortified by what you want from me
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tingled deep through finger tips
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your touch reminds me of this place
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but there's something about your aura and your skin
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your head cocks back and your nose turns up at me
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and so I try to break away
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from this hell that you call life
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you could never conceive these things by looking at me
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you stupid bitches couldn't see through this skin
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I'll change never change my mind
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of who I am inside
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fall away from
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and taste what I am
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Fortify
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Scapegoat |