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Exit Wounds
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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