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I pull my hair at night, motherfucker My dreams they swallow me whole And take me to faraway places, places that I’ll never go Where gangs of this faceless cry, so bloody eyeless red They’re chasing after me And I’m swimming in a poll of the blood they shed It’s a fucked up time to be alive It’s a fucked up way to get clean And the bloods not stopping It’s a fucked up thing to believe But you better believe me Shadows juxtaposed and raw Paradox has become the law Destruction comes our way Everyone is lost not a one can be saved Don’t mourn the quiet ones as they die Laugh at the silencers What will we learn when every human scream is heard? Now I’m tasting every drop of blood that they bled for me I’ll be burning every inch of skin that they gave to me Now I’m consuming every twisted truth that they fed to me I’ll be purging every fallacy they’ve injected into me Letras de canciones By the book of the butcher I was meant to bring it to her With the knife held strong and steady The silence was so deafening I could only hear Ed singing his praises Of what he made me This violence is golden a calming breath pre kill Exhale as the knife cuts through the skin Ed came to me to satisfy his dying wish From Letras Mania