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Soft spoken serpent
Bleeding mouth
Draining my body
Until there's nothing left
You've got your chains on me, weighing me down
The bitter ache of reality sets in pound by pound
When conflict turns to contrast and opinions fly untamed,
I'm the less considered
And you, the ache, remains
I can still feel your nails cut me open
You stole my passion
Heart hit a drought
Forcing thoughts, a feeling of doubt
Invading my brain
Hollow me out
Generational harm, born and born again
You are the product of arrogance, I am the result of pain
I can still feel your nails
Cut me open
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Incubus
03:16
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Through static and sulfur, a mirrored image so vain
He who demands forgiveness is denied in shame
Predator becomes hunted, an unlikely demoness host
The blood that takes advantage is the blood that she craves most
Have a taste of your medicine, embrace your own delights
From the hand of experience
Once bitten, twice shy
Have a taste of your medicine, accompany all who might
And when it's time to face reflection, pray to god for her respite
Can't find the words to help you win the minds of the many that you chose to inflict
Can't find the words to help you out
You spent so many years with your hands on my mouth
My choice is not yours
You don't get to choose my words
My choice doesn't involve you and your consequence
Burns forever
Consequence burns forever
And when your life is on the line, I hope she cuts the fucking chord
I hope she cuts the chord
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Hardbitten
02:54
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Pride haunts you like a fucking curse, dragging behind you like a dead weight in a hearse
Sew together your ego with the lives of people you don't know
How do you not see?
How do you not feel guilty when you use their heads as stepping stones to back your masculinity?
Give me a break
Break your hands
Holding yourself
From the weight
Of the shame you feel as a man
From brittle bones, to a hard fucking head
You sit atop a throne of malice, a silver spoon in your hand
Hardbitten
Bleed her dry with your hand on her thigh
Empty promises while her hands are tied
Forced to hear you out because society cries when others break free of it's "moral" vice
Edge lord with a fucking complex, pseudo-tough-guy with a lack of respect
Your phobia puts you in the state of mind to blur lines between right and wrong
I'm not buying it
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I felt dread, when you got close to me
Rushing blood, my heart on my sleeve
Enamored with you
Crushing my dreams while I fall asleep
I see red through a colorless screen
Love in a sense, a kind of misery
How can you desire a feeling you loathe?
This passion I fear will be the last thing I know
Victimized by sensation
A feeling of devotion
Victimized by my own mind
"Enchanter"
Yet I submit to what makes me numb
And after all of this, you've won
I am a product of your cure, see me a picture of desire
And once your allure takes effect, you make rationality disconnect
This loss of breath, like a shot to my chest
Bleeding out, fucking knife in my neck
Take it out, cut me free from your tether
Left to wander, I won't feel this way forever
I need to disconnect
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Drawing Lines
03:58
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Your soul is sour
I count the hours until I feel the weight drop from the room
The air is thick, feel fear when you are near
Looming power as your shadow fills the frame
And infection spreads while you're breathing down my neck
Break my heart and disconnect, train my brain to just reject
And now it all seems fucking clear
You've got respect for yourself
But when my misery is in question, you put me on a shelf
Eradication of a mind
This fixation is a curse
And when you get another chance, you'd better do your worst
Sullen and spent, I feel the tethered rope
Fibers in my eyes, I slowly forfeit hope
Rest assured, I've known of your intent
It's embedded in my brain, from crimes against your threats
Living with your constant abuse
Outcast
Drawing lines to a razor's edge
Can't find compassion in your woeful regrets
You wanted malice at it's best, invoking feelings that I laid to rest
Drawing lines to a razor's edge
Living in a state of regret
Drawing lines to a razor's edge
You've crossed the line, you made your bed
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