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Gojira The Art Of Dying
This is my insides
You've fought me so deep
My heart bleeding, screaming,
My conscience you reap,
I'm like a little doll,
Glassy eyes and stiff limbs,
The Art Of Dying,
The Secret I live,
You say I'm alive,
Because I breathe this air,
But if you knew the truth,
You'd know I wouldn't dare.
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