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My gun is live
Blindsided I lost track
Poising the edge
The straw that breaks the camel's back
My knife is ground
The last mirror you'll see
You have aground
But I will never set you free
(Your gun is live)
Blindsided I lost track
(Poising the edge)
The straw that breaks the camel's back
(Your knife is ground)
The last mirror you'll see
(I have aground)
But I will never set you free
Death doesn't kill you but I do
We don't believe in fate
Death doesn't kill you but I do
No fate but what we make
My teeth are sharp
Needle shaped and sly
I suck all your blood
I spit it out and pump you dry
My knuckles are white
Before I set your bones
I'm not free from sin
But I am casting the first stone
(You teeth are sharp)
Needle shaped and sly
(You suck all my blood)
I spit it out and pump you dry
(Your knuckles are white)
Before I set your bones
(You're not free from sin)
But I am casting the first stone
Death doesn't kill you but I do
We don't believe in fate
Death doesn't kill you but I do
No fate but what we make
Death doesn't kill you
Death doesn't kill you
Death doesn't kill you
Death doesn't kill you but I do
Death doesn't kill you but I do
We don't believe in fate
Death doesn't kill you but I do
No fate but what we make
Death doesn't kill you but I do
We don't believe in fate
Death doesn't kill you but I do
No fate but what we make...
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