Paranoia, and you can still pretend how this cross will always mend. Paranoia, and the pestilence sets in. What failure looks like when you begin. Cause you've heard this one before. And it wont stop you from walking out the door. Wasted on nothing but borrowed time. Wasted on the guilt that's all mine. This is how the beautiful decay, and the pain washes the color away. How the wicked find their separate wys. How you'll look on that day. I promise no surprises, last time i lost myself. I promise no surprises.
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