Seven sins of wantonness and everything that s good is gone Sell it all for glory from the peers Silicone priestess scratch the back and twists the knife to bone Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins I m the enemy in the enemies now Swallowed the pill Drank to the fill All these things I carry now In this bittersweet
in this bittersweet now Try to hold the world there sinking
swimming in a paper cup Try to own the one beneath the skin Held up to the flame till singeing skin begins to draw and tuck Never told there s a chance to win What couldn t be
wouldn t be now Hold your hands up to the sky and try so hard to rise above But everything is beating down |
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