There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone aroundThey don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a soundAll along they found I strangled lovers who've learned from slower handsWith these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am You're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hide There's an art in seclusion. Production in depressionif a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confessionTell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower handsLosing self in myself, inner demons make demands You're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hide You're suffocating me, so very hard to breatheMy mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath You're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hideYou're sick, sick as all theSecrets that you denySins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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