We're all born with a terminal chip installed
And a noose
Chewing on razorblades again
Suckling wounds that forever unend
These bastard
We pray to the man made god
Our identity all but
Leeches behold you bleed our daylight faces
Bastard screams puncture my
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Moving out from the inside, we breed our extinction
An approaching
Living in a word of what's been said
What I know
Why now am I smitten?
My wings melted off by the
Why am I trapped in these things I feel
An existence
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