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These ribs are no prison bars/ Or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key/ I found this center inside/ It's being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions/ Without control you consume me/ This knot of desire in a noose of doubt/ Without control I consume you/ Quarantine me so I will not infect/ My glass skin/ It shivers when/ Your eyes throw looks like stones/ I'm taking names/ I'm placing the blame/ On the one that doesn't exist, it's all on me/ Soldiers at war/ You're what I'm fighting for/ Under friendly fire/ It's kinda funny how a streetlight can disect me and cut me down to size/ It's beauty and reason how a stranger can affect me and put this weight on my chest/ Without control you consume me/ A knot of desire in a noose of doubt/ These imperfections we can not accecpt/ Hold us together bind and connect/ From Letras Mania