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Awaken
You draw me from the shadows like the vilest of illness
It is as if I’m chained and have no will in this
Reading scripts written in blood, sweat, and feces
We built our world upon the deaths promised beneath me
Death as we know can not produce life
The darkness is what it is, we are the opposite of light
We exist in existence’s lows, we are afraid of the heights
Depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, we thrive in the strife
Could we be bipolar together, lets sit at opposite ends
Rotate the earth one hundred and eighty degrees and watch the compass spin
You’re smelling roses, while I’m smelling blood
You’re see what will be, while I’m see what was
Will they create enough weapons to bury all of the bodies that they produce
We were both promised salvation, but we figured what’s the use
We both like our pain staked out and in chains
Sinister as hell, a shot of darkness to the brains
The way that we move within each other’s hearts and minds
Icy talons tearing away looking for our true selves, trying to find a sign
Yes we both ooze our own darkness and we feel us commingle
Sometimes lesser is better, some forces should remain single
I know that on my breath you can smell the stench of death
Hoarded rotting bodies is our only measurement of wealth
I emerge from the shadows and mentally bond with you
The darkness of our sickness shall bleed when we come through
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It is as if I’m chained and have no will in this
Reading scripts written in blood, sweat, and feces
We built our world upon the deaths promised beneath me
Death as we know can not produce life
The darkness is what it is, we are the opposite of light
We exist in existence’s lows, we are afraid of the heights
Depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, we thrive in the strife
Could we be bipolar together, lets sit at opposite ends
Rotate the earth one hundred and eighty degrees and watch the compass spin
You’re smelling roses, while I’m smelling blood
You’re see what will be, while I’m see what was
Will they create enough weapons to bury all of the bodies that they produce
We were both promised salvation, but we figured what’s the use
We both like our pain staked out and in chains
Sinister as hell, a shot of darkness to the brains
The way that we move within each other’s hearts and minds
Icy talons tearing away looking for our true selves, trying to find a sign
Yes we both ooze our own darkness and we feel us commingle
Sometimes lesser is better, some forces should remain single
I know that on my breath you can smell the stench of death
Hoarded rotting bodies is our only measurement of wealth
I emerge from the shadows and mentally bond with you
The darkness of our sickness shall bleed when we come through
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