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eyes like flames lyrics wreckage, m.d. it tastes too much like medicine i can feel the reflection within me i am numb with anticipation why won't the healing start to begin? i said why? why? fever has consumed me why? why? cause i'm a product of a sickened thief i can smell the death rise in the air my soul has lost the luster it once had a spirit so tainted that none will compare wilted in linen and rot in my bed i'm wrapped up in this fucking vulnerability i'm wrapped up in this fucking animosity feeding a weakness that reeks from my skin and it's a stretch that is blinding me painted in darkness this horror's within blackspots and headaches are all i can see i said why? why? fever has consumed me why? why? cause i'm a product of sickened thief sick of being sick of me i have been captured and cannot release taken from another it was taken from me 3 you were never told that you are special but they made you pray to someone who is or you could confront your devils and your faith would hang on a cross with his belief in yourself is not the answer for you are not strong enough to survive so you must rely on the father to keep you safe, to keep you alive salvation is flaunting forgiveness forgiveness is haunted by sin so go forth in this world and bear witness see this crutch break, see this crutch bend or pray to another for your identity you will find peace but first you must die and look in yourself for the holy trinity referred in treason as me, myself, and i so feed on the flesh of the sainted drink from his bloody wine get drunk on the hope of redemption the cost is your life and death pays the fine nightmares and timeclocks summon up the dead man that hides in my skin he's growing old and tired of the shit he's bathing in he wants to find religion but instead he found a gun hides it in his bible his holy wars begun i am just an angry man scared of who i might be and if there is not a god who the hell created me but you take me and break me and make me forget that i once knew peace and you have taken it so stand them up, line them up, lock down the door it's nine to five cleansing til the blood is on the floor fed up, broke up, dried up, and tied up so rise up, now shut up, it's the genius of my fuck up save me, crucify me, on your mechanical cross crowning me, stabbing me, in three days my soul is lost
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