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the living dead
got a body full of guilt and a razor blade
im gonna slice till it bleeds
gotta drain the pain
i can feel the burn just beneath the skin
gonna peal it back and release the sin
what is wrong with me
this heart pumps hate
your mouth cry's wolf and its over played
im so sick of the sun light and the promised days
all the lies of cowards all your shades of grey
forget the sickness and the soured tongues
the dirt filled hands and the living sponge
its hard to look threw when the glass is fogged
and when the glass is shattered its hard to right the wrong
just one step away from the living dead
the weak goes hungry and the beast stays fed
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