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I am the jagged edge and I corrupt, the corrupted and-- You are the knife un-sheathed that I remove from within me n' We are the ticking clock A steady faith of which you're not Can't stop the chemistry from Buring inside of me to 1... 2... 3... 10:23-- n' you are the unclean... anecdote, anecdote, let it choke, the anecdote -- anecdote, anecdote, let it choke, the anecdote -- From Letras Mania