| With your hungry glare, behind the webs
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| Where you cast your spells
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| The things that you say
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| They drive me insane
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| The book will not burn
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| The book will not burn
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| How I see you crave his porcelain
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| Ever so much all some more
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| Supple flesh where dreams pursue
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| Empty souls they surround me
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| Haunted faces, worn out places
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| Calling me home, calling me home
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| How your eyes have adorned
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| Such sadness now, I’m never coming home
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| Coming home
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| This shall be, a finely flippant funeral
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| The wolf salutes me
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| Haunted thought, emptiness
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| Holds me from sleep
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| Acrid fumes are rising over me, let go
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| Floating down the crimson ravine
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| So let darkness take me in
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| Burning flesh will sting my nose
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| As misery finally streams
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| A thousand unsung screams inside
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| But no tears are left to hide
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| I’m losing my mind
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| Empty souls they surround me
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| Haunted faces, worn out places
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| Calling me home, calling me home
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| How your eyes have adorned
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| Such sadness now, I’m never coming home
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| Coming home
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| I’m so at my best baby
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| When my teeth are sharp as shit
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| We could hang together
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| Kicking each other’s chairs away
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| Choking till no air is left
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| How I see you crave his porcelain
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| Ever so much all some more
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| Supple flesh where dreams pursue
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| I’m only half alive
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| But I’ve seen plenty of things
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| That have scared and destroyed my eyes
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| I’ve been dying to find out all the reasons
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| That I left my sanity behind
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| I’ve been trying to wash blood off my hands
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| Still soaked in the innocence of you
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| There’s a stench of filth left in here
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| There’s a stench of pain
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| We’ve been turning the other cheek
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| For too long, a life of sin
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| That’s brought old habits home
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| But we’re still only half alive |