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SalvagingWhat was the point of making you trust? You live in a lie, the pain in the dust God always shouts, and you always kick Through passionless hours, yeah you make me sick Your secret is told, but the body rejected Your smile’s a question, but the end is expected A truce is attained, excuses are given Time to assess Now the nails have been driven Time to assess, now the nails have been driven (x2) |