Sitting in front of the whole assembly
I grow tired and sick
As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh
I have lied again
The lost abandoned
I know, I know, the pain can make you patiently shut down
Sitting in front of the whole assembly
I grow tired and sick
As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh
I have lied again
I wait for you to run
The sinking feeling must be severed

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