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This life is not inviting, the fighting in me has ceased.
When it looks like I'm growing think and weak; please don't hesitate to cut the leash.
It's only a matter of time before I inherit my bloodlines evils.
I don't think it's wise for me to get close to too many people.
My bruises seem to be breeding and my body is becoming a landing strip for flies.
In the mirror watching blood dry, trying to cut out the bags beneath my eyes.
My skin is turning grey, I haven't bathed in days.
Please don't encourage me. I'm enslaved and I can't be saved.
Enslaved, I can't be saved. Enslaved, I can't be saved. (x7)
This life is not inviting, the fighting in me has ceased.
When it looks like I'm growing think and weak; please don't hesitate to cut the leash.
It's only a matter of time before I inherit my bloodlines evils.
I don't think it's wise for me to get close to too many people.
My bruises seem to be breeding and my body is becoming a landing strip for flies.
In the mirror watching blood dry, trying to cut out the bags beneath my eyes.
My skin is turning grey, I haven't bathed in days.
Please don't encourage me. I'm enslaved and I can't be saved.
Enslaved, I can't be saved. Enslaved, I can't be saved. (x7)