| You look to me with your resurrection eyes
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| A curse of truth that is longing for disguise
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| Now covered in scars unveiled by vanity
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| The bloody mirror’s shattered, it’s left it’s mark on me
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| A march for the sick, starving for control
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| To the bastard’s beat
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| Now shifting in shadows and crying for release
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| All life has surrendered crawling on it’s knees
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| Covered in scars this curse of vanity
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| I have come to learn I traded diamonds for disease
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| A march for the sick, starving for control
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| Dying on my knees, starving for control
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| A march for the sick, starving for control
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| To the bastard’s beat
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| Bring it down now, this loss must have it’s reprisal
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| Master the arts of guilt and denial
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| Forgive the shameless, beg to remain nameless
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| And forever dwell with regret behind my eyes
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| Now shifting in shadow’s and crying for release
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| All life has surrendered crawling on it’s knees
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| Covered in scars this curse of vanity
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| I have come to learn I traded diamonds for disease
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| You look to me with your resurrection eyes
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| A curse of truth that is longing for disguise
|
| Now covered in scars unveiled by vanity
|
| The bloody mirror’s shattered, it’s left it’s mark on me
|
| A march for the sick, starving for control
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| Dying on my knee, starving for control
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| A march for the sick, starving for control
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| To the bastard’s beat
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| Bring it down now, this loss must have it’s reprisal
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| Master the arts of guilt and denial
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| Forgive the shameless, Beg to remain nameless
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| And forever dwell with regret behind my eyes |