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A Day In The ClearCarry me off to a place that is as low as yourself. Rely on your selfish needs cause it's not my feelings. I only persuade to consider myself in control. Which is all known. Count your deaths one by many. Self-inflicted pain was the answer. I fucked your reasons, I fucked your thoughts. Your lost cost me, your lesson - everything. Is oly to believe, my lessons real - not a failure. Take your weakened minds and crush them in my hands. Lie your souls down by my side ... creation of evil commands. drown in my saltless sea. Your wounds burn by the hate in me. I fucked your reasons, I fucked your thoughts. Your lost cust but - to suck me. Your reasons for everything, if only to believe - My lessons real, not a fake. Cries to insert your body by bleeding - to insert my token of pain. To see inside my blackened midn, to see my prophets of hell. Twice the man. Two times you've lied about what you've always been. Friends, you can't understand all I speak is revenge. One glimpse, one glimpse of my foot tattooing your ass. Hold on, hold on to this dream that's done passed on. |