In the shade, darkened gaze, every color, it's dismay
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Arid sky, it turns to grey, threshold of desertion.
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Crimson shards, take their shape, to infect each passageway
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Penetrate them into space, There is no survival
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With every word you say, the spew that you create
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and every smile you fake, you only want to suck me dry
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With every breath I have, until there's nothing left
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I'm gonna live until you suffocate and watch you die
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(Contents Under Pressure)
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Recreate, Purge the hate, internal thoughts manipulate
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Null & void, it turns to waste, submission: a diversion
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Stark & stale, it rots away, like the sickness it creates
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Left hand path that leads the way, record all our transgressions
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With every word you say, the spew that you create
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and every smile you fake, you only want to suck me dry
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With every breath I have, until there's nothing left
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I'm gonna live until you suffocate and watch you die
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You've dealt the damage done,
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You make your living on the blood of another host
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Or maybe not enough...
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You're seeking refuge in the arms of another ghost [x2]
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(Contents Under Pressure) [x2]
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You're so predictable, a parasite of sorts
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You build me up to bring me down
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You'll never watch me fall, the boughs of flesh is all
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You'll ever claim to take this time. [x2]
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You suffer well, it serves you well
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You'll burn in hell, and perish in the dust
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DUST [x4]
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With every word you say, the spew that you create
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and every smile you fake, you only want to suck me dry
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With every breath I have, until there's nothing left
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I'm gonna live until you suffocate and watch you die
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You've dealt the damage done,
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You make your living on the blood of another host
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Or maybe not enough...
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You're seeking refuge in the arms of another ghost [x4]
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Blood Host
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Scar The Martyr |