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It's in our nature to kill ourselves
so what makes you think you're spared of this
our hearts tainted with suffering and despair
that bleeds thru our eyes
pickin' up the pieces try to fix the damage done
'til the fucking end I carry my dreams
I try to balance out this fucking pain
every thought is born against you step back or I break you down to the last piece
Saints turn to sinners best friends to worst enemys
The truth is harsh - like a razor at your throat
everything is put between the fronts - there's no escape
there's no escape from this
I hold on and fight thru the sickness that surrounds me
You can not change me things are carved way too deep
tired of regrets kill all these memories
digging graves as we march along our own demize
'til the fuckin' end I carry my dreams
I try to balance out this fuckin' pain
every thought is born against you
step back or I break you down to the last piece