الكلمات الأصلية
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Prophecy crushing me
Singing praise, leaving weak
Violent empathy
Drowning in brevity
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
I scream silently
Graciousness dies in me
Pity lies dying, breathlessly sighing
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
You're not the kind of thing I let dance with my devils
