It's escapism, it's the warmth of a lie. It's sweet submission, but you're being bled dry. It's a hail of knives pouring relentlessly. And there'll be no end, none that I can see. It's getting harder to find the words. Please believe this aint me, and it'll never be. Lead the way, we've been led astray. It's escapism, it's the warmth of a lie. It's sweet submission, but you're being bled dry. On their hands and knees, before Gods unseen. There's no more light, none that I can see. It's getting harder to find the words. Please believe this aint me, and it'll never be. Lead the way, we've been led astray. It's escapism, it's sweet submission. You're being bled dry.

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