I've got my father's teeth
We are all victims of consequence
Yeah we can build it and tear it down
We all fail, but we are not all failures.
We don't have to live like this.
You've lived your life in shame
Chasing what was to far away.
But not in volumes to me.
Broken homes pave the way for twisted tongues.
Broken homes pave the way for twisted tongues.
We will not be forgotten.
This will be the leach that I
Refuse to find a way to burn
Because that would be too easy.
And this is what it says:
"I still love you somehow"
I still love you somehow, and I always will.
You've got a tapeworm growing within your soul.
You're gonna have to dig it out through the heart.
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