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Lyrics:
There's something inside me that softly kills everyone around
They don't know they’re dead to me because intent never makes a sound
All along they have found I strangled lovers who have learned from slower hands
In these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am
You’re sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
There is an art in seclusion
Production in depression if a stranger turns up missing
Count this song as my confession
Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learn from slower hands
Losing self in myself
Inner demons make demands
You’re sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You’re suffocating me, so very hard to breathe
My mask is growing heavy but I have forgotten who’s beneath
You’re sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
(Christian/Milligan)
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