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67 lines
1.4 KiB
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Reap my soul.
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I whisper cruel words that
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only I can hear.
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I dream in a never ending line of tragedy.
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Reap my soul
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disposition neckbraced
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by insecurity.
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Let freedom
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ring in my ears
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painfully. And muffle this bell with the
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hand of pessimism
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and render it useless.
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you can't stop this thought
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like a passing trainwreck
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it barrels through my brain, paralyzing.
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In this state your words
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become the daggers and I'm left bleeding.
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These wounds of trust I know
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as tunnel vision creates
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my only sanctuary. As hope manifests
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itself in the thought
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of an end. A dying breath.
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Reap my soul.
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I'm not sure I can go on.
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So drag me down
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into your world.
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Replace my heart
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with your machine
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and see if it still bleeds.
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Become my enemy.
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Reap my soul
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My eyeslids become my enemies
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I fight them to save myself
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from the scene.
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As the groundwork for my nightmares
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is created
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I stand helpless to this chaos in my head
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and yet the chaos stands beautifully now
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like a carefully designed city of conformity.
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And I'll keep you awake tonight
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and I'll hurt you
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until sunrise
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in this attempt to displace
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this pushing attack on my senses.
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Reap my soul
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I'm not sure I can go on.
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Now drag me down
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into your world.
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Replace my heart with
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your machine
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and see if it still bleeds
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I'll cover my tracks
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so you can't trace
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this accident to me.
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Drag me down now.
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______________________
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Name Replace My Heart
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Artist The Killing Tree
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Album Bury Me At Make-Out Creek
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