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Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs
The walls of regret share the texture of shame. x2
Bring to life what died in me. Tear the flesh from the bones which don't bleed. x2
And in the hate of which you talk, this i assure you is how I walk. But I've been known to fall. Breathing the air close to my knees revealing those ash filled scares. Making them visible to see.
Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs
The walls of regret share the texture of shame. As the feeling of breathing becomes chocking.
This is the answer to the question of what you've been asking. I am the perfect enemy? Can't you see? Come closer. Don't you recognize me?
The taste of breathing has become the feeling of chocking. Oh Lord, bring to life the dying sight. Show them what i cannot write
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Face to face with yourself. Staring back at your own reflection. Take in the flood and the overwhelming thought of infliction. Every breath you take in eliminates every chance you may have. Pushing everything to the edge.
We are ' Coming undone. You are ' Coming undone. This is ' Coming undone.
See the light shining through in this room. This is light shining through to you. Come to me (turn and see me) x2. This is your redemption (it's captivating) Can you feel it? (he is reaching for you) Will you see me? I will! Take your hand, lead you through the darkness inside of you. x2
Coming back to it all! Face to face with yourself. Staring back at your own reflection. Take in the flood and the overwhelming thought of infliction. Every breath you take in eliminates every chance you may have. Pushing everything to the edge. To the edge x3
And this my friends is an occasion. Rise to it! You must. Rise to it. x2
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