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The poison rushes through my veins to the tips of each of my fingers
Breaking the pores of my skin as it goes...
I can't see straight, my heart beats in front of my eyes and blurs my vision, the ringing in my ears intensifies
I feel heavy and so I drop to the ground, incapable of keeping my head up, the poison bleeds like ink through the core of my body, which obliviously pumps it straight into my veins
It seeps into my every moment, clouds each waking thought, twists and contorts the features of my face
I need to find a way to tear it out of my bloodstream I need a way to get it out...
The poison bleeds like ink into the core of my body, I can feel it burning through and my heart begins to race
I need to know how to make it stop.
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Lie Awake
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How could I do this to you?
But how could I let this happen to me?
How did you think that I wouldn't leave - if you reverse the roles, how could you justify me then?
How could you slow-burn victim guilt? Mourn a thing that you killed? Break a mirror with your bare hands; grab a shard, reflect a picture with a crack down the middle, say you see it clearer than me?
How could you capture such a lie in a prism?
How can you sleep at night when I can't?
How can you not see what you've done and why can I never bring myself to say?
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Importance is a relative concept but you can tell the mettle of a man by the way he treats the people who he thinks can do no good for him
Pretension has a funny way of working with the people who need it least, but the business of guessing and begging the question is a funny old kind of beast
One day I will grace this stage, you'll hear this song and think you've paid
But I haven't seen a penny so far
Of the money we spent at the bar
Manners - by the dictionary definition, as taught by your mum and dad
Have little to no effect on this very fine example of a modern-day businessman
Nuance lost in the shuffle; no, it's not subtle what you're doing this for
Your partisan attempts at reconciliation will win you no more - not another award
One day I will grace this stage, you'll hear this song and think you've paid
But I haven't seen a penny so far
Of the money we spent at the bar
It's funny to see you take offence
And it's funny to see you hedge your sorry bets
Because I may not be the next big thing, but one day it'll be someone who is
And that's something free beer just won't fix
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Against my better judgment, I gave into sanctity
Justified my thoughts as sacred shards of destiny
Until I'm proven wrong, I'm right - I'm hurtling towards
A finish line of someone else's, as I am off-course
Descent in visions - my sole concession
Unbelievably, it all adds up; I take it as it comes
Or smaller signs in fitting light cast shadows from above
My prophecies, my property, my signpost on the ground
The thought on which I hang the hat that's not mine, that I found
Descent in visions, my sole concession
Virtuous decisions, I miss protection
Light cast projection in all directions
Descent in visions - my sole concession
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