Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam hammer, bitch... ... cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you You freak... indeed, our battles made me weak You freak... mendacious bliss in all you seek When you are falling your wounds are calling You need to hurt to feel free Right on Right on Who knew what I ran into Demons that returned to you A weak, fake fall or helpless need Inbred to sponge our bleed Free are the ones who can choose And you know there is nothing to lose Follow me into all misery I choose you to reveal my exit wounds Fallacy composed my harmonies I want you to unscar these crying wounds Exit wounds Right on Right on Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam hammer, bitch... ... cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you Free are the ones who can choose And you know there is nothing to lose Follow me into all misery I choose you to reveal my exit wounds Fallacy composed my harmonies I want you to unscar these crying wounds
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