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what do you want from me? you broke all that we are. what do you need from me? someone to tear apart?
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what do you want from me? you asked me to let it all go. what do you need from me? someone to blame for your crimes?” between you and me, is there something real? between you and me, is there something to feel?
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no amount of guilt can solve the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
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we all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire. vicariously, i live while the whole world dies, much better you than i.
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5:40 credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. pull your head on out your hippie haze and give a listen, shouldn't have to say it all again. the universe is hostile, so impersonal. devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been.
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blood like rain come down, drum on grave and ground. part vampire, part warrior, carnivore and voyeur. stare at the transmittal, sing to the death rattle.
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why can't we just admit it? we won't give pause until the blood is flowing. neither the brave nor bold nor brightest of stories told, we won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
