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In Account of My DeadSpent every day living out a wasted dreamThe chemistry was fantasy I hide my shadow, I've burnt the image In a fireplace built beneath my heart The open scars prove your vacant remarks Indulge over time well spent alone Forget our Chaos, was passion in rage Our rage is love piercing a beautiful pain Shine this crown of vindictive victory Bury this crown to a selfless grave Crass in public, not easily embarrassed Fashion is relic, though you compromise Winning arguments brings your ego to a head You get what you put forth Get what you came for You get what you put forth Playback to the way it was before Love is no incentive to her misery Embodies that simple mind, guggle all the facts Come to no conclusion But you get what you can I'll hide my smile to save face In a sense it might bring new blood I'll decide who carries my grace In a sense it may change my luck Spent every day living out a wasted dream The chemistry was fantasy I hide my shadow, I've burnt the image In a fireplace built beneath my heart You get what you put forth Get what you came for You get what you put forth Playback to the way it was before |