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created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
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calling all your heavy laden, graceless, all suffering. calling all you heavy laden, faceless, manna machine.
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am i created in the image of my "Father God"? am i created in an image? what i had, i lost. am i created in an image what i want to see? i am created in the image of suffering. i'm suffering.
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3:19 i've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you. i'm thinking all the blood in my mouth means something and if i'm ready for spitting it out, i need to know what it's all about. oh, nothing?
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:19 i've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you. i'm thinking all the blood in my mouth means something and if i'm ready for spitting it out, i need to know what it's all about. oh, nothing?
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3:19 i've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you. i'm thinking all the blood in my mouth means something and if i'm ready for spitting it out, i need to know what it's all about. oh, nothing?
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i've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you. i've been insecure and cruel without you.
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i've been doing a lot of damned things without you, and all the damned things i do, confound you. satan and his devils try to take my hand and the angels on my shoulders try to tell me that they understand, oh well.
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and still i would go on selfishly, without a single clue, just to not reach out to you.
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grasp me tight like the coil of a gun. in this void, we fear no pain. loss of words and a slip of tongue, we love to hurt.
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2:55 only feel it when the lights go out, only hits when it gets real dark. lost in this world without a spark, it hurts to love.
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ten life times. take my bones, cold hands,
to my grave. cold hands, rip through skin.
