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Your words run over my head
My words beg let us escape
It's hard to breathe when you fence me.

Throbbing pains cover my nerves
Once it starts it never ends
It's hard to breathe when you push me

Not enough??
You strangle without using hands

Bled rivers
Barely shed
Cloud up our faith.

Walking Death
Hurts deeply
I'll bring the truth to light by tonight.

Burn me down with your sharp tongue
I doubt whether you know.
You played God's role lest you leave exposed.

Locked inside a puppet show.
Audience ready? Take a look.
If there's a hitch, don't wait for me.
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Everlyn - 212 °F
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