| Contradict this settlement,
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| cause in droves we’ll settle this,
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| Over and under and in between thoughts.
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| This is not just me, at this point you’ll see,
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| we are finally satisfactory
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| Over and under and in between thoughts.
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead to me,
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| I’ll get the last laugh you’ll see!
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead
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| Catastrophic at the least,
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| in her eyes I’m trying to be,
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| reading and writing and finding myself.
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| Counter-action is relaxation to
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| reload stations has blown my patience through
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| ramifications infatuating these words!!!
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead to me,
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| I’ll get the last laugh you’ll see!
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead to me,
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| I’ll get the last laugh you’ll see!
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| (Blood on the walls)
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| I’m drowning in her scent!
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| (Ceiling to floor)
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| The words you said are dead
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| Set your sights on, the abnormality
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| The act of stretching out your mind and sexuality
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| Will be forsaken, will be mistaken
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| Will be the light to guide you home!
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| I’ve made up my mind…
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| Wait for all of time!
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| I’ve made up my mind…
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| Pick up the pieces.
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| Pick up the pieces.
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| All of this time you were walking away,
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| super-imposed in this land of decay…
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| Deflower, you’ll be the sun burning retinas,
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| and spread the legs of your conscience.
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| A mirror to all, that you can’t seem to understand,
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| You’re lying to us all.
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| FAKE! |
| FAKE! |
| FAKE! |
| FAKE!
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| FAKE! |
| FAKE! |
| FAKE! |
| FAKE! |