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I′m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing,
And the reaper that takes them away
To a place where they can lay there,
And wilt and rot away.

And this cell′s just as cold as you left it,
And I′m scratching the walls to escape it.

Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us, the rest of us.
Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us. The Cunning wins again.

I′m the glorified liar sending you sentiment,
And then posing as the innocent.
You don′t know about ignorance or pain,
But you said you could take it away.

And this cell′s just as cold as you left it,
And I′m scratching the walls to escape it.

Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us, the rest of us.
Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us. The Cunning wins again.

You call this inspiration. I call this a charade.
Driven by institution. Hell-bent on cleaning the stain.

I should grab all these cannibals, lay them all in a straight line,
And deny their requests for more, more, more.

Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us, the rest of us.
Leave it to the Cannibal now.
Feed him what′s left of us. The Cunning wins again.

@ Dead Poetic

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She told me don′t let them in. You′re a copy of a copy.
She told me don′t come again. This is awful. This is all wrong.

Now I feel it coming back again. Slide down the walls, on the floor.
Oh, I′ll pretend this isn′t happening this time.

She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said.
She told me don′t fall again. I am wretched, I am loathed.

She told me, don′t kill the villains.
The pain is not escaping.
She told me, don′t kill the villains.
Just let them feast on their own perfection.
She told me, don′t kill the villains.
The pain is not escaping.
She told me you cannot stay.
But I′m stable. I′m okay.

I said it, we all regret it. Now this room is cold and spinning.
Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time.
She told me don′t let them in.
You′re a copy of a copy.

@ Dead Poetic

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Don′t fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain.
We are alive again. We will survive again.
Don′t turn your back to every move you ever made.
We are alive again. We will survive again.

And all these sinners count on us to ease their pain.
We′re just as lost as them, we feel the sting from it.
Convincing masses that we′re all the same.
We are alive again. We will survive again.

Oh, until we all come crashing down.
We are what we are.

We′ve turned our back to every holy war you′ve played.
Will you weep when you feel this love you have killed?
We paint our faces ‘til we leave a stain.
Then all the chemicals are racing in our veins.

Oh, until we all come crashing down.
We are what we are.

They paint us immaculate.
Ignoring the fact that we′re shoving our faults in their faces.
They wanted more.
Of the fame, of the scripted, the same,
Of the sacred, the fraud, fabricated.
They wanted more.
Of the fame, of the scripted, the same,
Of the sacred, the fraud, fabricated.
They want it.

@ Dead Poetic

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Still it′s not enough
Save yourself and demonize us
Then as your curtain draws
We see the tears of the fallen

So stay in coma,
It′s the only defense we have left.

I′m not taking the fall for a spineless forfeit
I′m not bearing the weight of what you lost
You play quiet, and I will fight it.

Stay in coma,
It′s the only defense we have left.

@ Dead Poetic

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She′s a god in her own right. She dims the room light.
While she moves closer, we all move slower.
Tracing white lines, sipping fine wines.
We remember when purity wasn′t dead.

In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, we were able.

The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple.
I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.

She′ll play unstable and let you get away. You get her faded, but not her name.
You′ve taken something sacred and made it a game.
Your perversions are wicked and fanning the flame.

In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, we were able.
In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, no.

The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple.
I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.

The sex is the lioness queen of the temple.
I look right in her eyes, and then down to her level.
The sex is the lioness queen of the temple.
I look right in her eyes, and then down to her level.

The sex is the liar. The sex is the liar.

The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple.
I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.

The sex is the liar. The sex is the liar.

@ Dead Poetic

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You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the world and demanding affection.
Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
Will you ever refuse what they′re asking?

You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face.

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
Begging face down on the floor.
Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
You sold your soul, now they want more.

Vanity′s gun left you dead in Hollywood.
Empty, addicted, and screaming for comfort
From a world devoid of compassion
Exchanging hopes for rejection.

You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face.

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
Begging face down on the floor.
Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
You sold your soul, now they want more.

@ Dead Poetic

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Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of
My sincere affection, my undivided attention.

Lie where you won′t see yourself in that way.
And we′ll ride to somewhere.

All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We′re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera′s away.

Don′t remember this. No, don′t remember this.
We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied.
Your arms placed upon mine.
And the sky looks so right, and you′re mine tonight.

Lie where you won′t see yourself in that way.
And we′ll ride...

All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We′re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera′s away.

@ Dead Poetic

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Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She′s calm in the face, but she′s never forgetting every other time I′ve been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my raging cycle in this unstable mind.

I don′t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don′t want to let you down.
I′m all that′s in our way.

Pretty Pretty, she′s slowing fading.
I′ve drained her empty and left her missing how I was when I was sane.
I′m drowning in what I became.
Stretched so thin that I am slowly tearing.
I′m left unfulfilled and deteriorating.

I don′t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don′t want to let you down.
I′m all that′s in our way.

Waiting, hoping, praying for a settle to this dizzy mind.
Feeling that my sanity will be coupled with my demise.

I don′t want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don′t want to let you down.
I′m all that′s in our way.

@ Dead Poetic

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I′m only patient enough to please the masses for so long.
My brittle arms cannot hold up all the walls in this falling tomb.
I′m only caring enough (Drowning in expectation.)
To love oppressors for so long.
Until I begin to crack (I cannot disappoint them)
And the monster will soon come back.

I′ve got to cut the tube that feeds the undying need for this peace.

I′ll self-destruct and die, if you don′t allow me breathing room.
Save me from my phobia of failing you again.
I′ll self-destruct and die, from the strain of pleasing the masses.
I′m the dying pacifist.

I don′t need you to stop. I only need you to understand.
I dig this dagger myself (and twist and turn until I′m numb)
And I′ll continue until you end it.

I′ve got to cut the tube that feeds the undying need for this peace.

I′ll self-destruct and die, if you don′t allow me breathing room.
Save me from my phobia of failing you again.
I′ll self-destruct and die, from the strain of pleasing the masses.
I′m the dying pacifist.

I′m addicted to being something they will look up to and
I′m begging for someone, something, to bring me back to you.

I′ll self-destruct and die, if you don′t allow me breathing room.
Save me from my phobia of failing you again.
I′ll self-destruct and die, from the strain of pleasing the masses.
I′m the dying pacifist.

@ Dead Poetic