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Living in the blackened lungs of the city
Wearing the masks of the old gods to make us feel pretty
As we try to get higher than the angels and turn back time
Love withers like flowers at a roadside shrine
And the chaos keeps repeating
The leech fell off but the wound wouldn't stop bleeding
And we've nowhere left to turn
There's nothing to forgive but plenty to burn
And we've nowhere left to run
We're like vampires hiding from the sun
All of the ugliness in the world
Is hiding behind smiles and plastic faces
They're like cannibals eyeing you up for the pot
You're an insult to God yet they want what you've got
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