The secret's out this is the last time. Cast overboard,
Awaken ruinous fiend of early generations.
Your rotting corpse is restored.
Stra
The sweltering heat sweeps through the blood, raising internal rage.
Your feminine fingers are like daggers. Tearing me apart, with
Please cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They
So this is loneliness. I've grown too fond of this.
Instrumental
When the bite of the steel catches your face, give
Every time your lips spill their poisonous words, they infect
The waking hour of scarlet warfare, I will fight for
Victim of anger tied to distance.
Where does it come from?
Distrust,
I'm falling away
Away from myself
Away from who I used to
This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the
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