I am the jagged edge and
I corrupt, the corrupted and--
You are the knife un-sheathed that
I remove from within me n'
We are the ticking clock
A steady faith of which you're not
Can't stop the chemistry from
Burring inside of me to

1... 2... 3... 10:23-- n' you are the unclean...

anecdote, anecdote, let it choke, the anecdote --
anecdote, anecdote, let it choke, the anecdote --


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