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You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a saviour,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood...
You've fucking built the skin.
Give the paper something to talk about.
Give the readers something to talk about.
Saylor lake's got a mean howl.
Careful at night, better watch out!
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Slowly flows a river,
In the river we will gaze.
In the river we will gaze.
In the river we will gaze.
You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a saviour,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood...
Up the stairs, down the hall,
Into the bedroom she crawled,
To place a panicked phone call,
But she was struck in the head with a blunt object.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
...
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
...
One day these cameras will steal my entire soul.
When everything is gone,
It's quiet and we want nothing more.
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