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Just cut the chord Let me go Who the f**k was I!!! Better yet.. Who the f**k am I.. “You wanna talk about this?&rdq..

The silent sigh reaches my ear It’s getting harder and harder to hear Yet I can smell the tiniest ounce of my fear It’s al..

This emptiness is falling This emptiness is thrilling This emptiness is killing

Looking around seeing nothing but hypocrisy Hidden behind the lies in our so called democracy But I heed nothing but my own philosophy ..

I can hear the church bells in the distance Another death in this town Feels like they’re dying off without resistance And like ..

So I’m just left here with Just about nothing to Treasure “Cause everything will start again anew Cause everything jus..

Seering throughout this unspectacular world Is nothing sacred? Isn't it all just the dream of perfection in a sea of imperfection? ..

And as we're soaring in the heavens A Silent angel comes to mind An angel of loss An angel that will never earn itself a name An angel of sor..

Bones scraping the floor He looks up but can't see the door The pain hits. I fall to the floor. What the f**k did i do? Nothing. Nothi..

Break me. That’s all I ask for. Please… Crush my hard shell babe. But how the hell could you ever be able to. Yeah ..