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Tattoo

Chased down by the allure
Badgered by our past
Who is gonna love us now
Needles start to puncture
Conscience in the trash
Who are we without us now

Faces start to fester
Playgrounds fade to black
Enlightened by our self doubt
Should have died here after
Courage we both lack
Halls where demons aren't allowed

Stare into our poison
Lap up every drop
Look at how the tattoo sings
Adorned by a pattern
Promises forgot
This is what obsession brings.
Written by Fishmander
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