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Burn this prison the lives you stole for wisdom lets mourn This prison That's locked inside of my head is rotted to the core. Into bloodshed lies a tender spirit giving praise. Just give it another day your fading Away piecing together your life as your glue runs out Begging a revolution and spreading delusion Crossing the lines they both grow congruent. Can you feel me prying out the nails that board the door Peeking through the key hole seeing through Your throbbing heart. This prison that's locked inside Of my head is rotted to the core. This prison That's locked inside of my head is rotted to the core. Into bloodshed lies a tender spirit giving praise. Just give it another day your fading away Piecing together your life as your glue runs out. Begging a revolution and spreading delusion crossing The lines they both grow congruent. Burn this prison the lives you stole For wisdom we will mourn