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Blank looks that stare into thin airShiny plastic chairs left overA theme of one split in twoI almost did surprise youBut now it's a dead end next to the dead meatNow it's a dead end next to the dead meatSo can I recommend myself to blend into your drink?Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider webHere within, this is not the real lifeSo cut it out with a butcher's knifeA price on your head and the words true to the deep holeThe bodies are painted red, the language to play another roleThe impact of bleeding in a nest made out of barbed wire fenceAnd the rain which to piece both heart and senseSo deep within, but this is not the real lifeSo better cut it out with a butcher's knifeSo can I recommend myself to blend into your drink?Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider webSo deep within, but this is not the real lifeSo cut it out with a butcher's knifeSo now it's a dead end next to the dead meatSo now it's a dead end next to the dead meatSo now it's a dead end next to the dead meatNow it's a dead end next to the dead meat From Letras Mania