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I exclude light and wash my hands of you.
By larger being devoured,
leaving only me to improve.

Weep
Dont fucking weep.
your weak eyes cry tears of the fake


now let backtrack to the morrow
sitting on the frozen middle
faces seen in the mirror
Shout at somthing seen
shot glasses fill up your soul
swallowed by the growth who laughed at the truth
your the living prove*

Weep.
Don't fucking weep.
Your weak eyes cry tears of the *fake*.
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Weep.
Catch up with the sheep.
It's a sacrilegious ceremony.
New flavor of the week.

Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless
(that you're made into).
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down.

...And what I'll do
is mess you up and lie to you.
Look at you
You know it's true.
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon.
But
I'm
not
coming.
No.

Thanks to Tory Dean for these lyrics