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Self-loathing Feels Like the right way of expression Despite knowing them better At the outset… Melancholia Blight on us… As

“She looked young to me», they said «And she lived there 40 years with him» Blindly in love… (Well) She

[Verse 1] Desecrate the grave Tip the stone over Smite the impotent guardian Dig up and rape those crooked bones

[Verse 1] Can you dance In the horrid detail? And with heroin In your arm? [Chorus] Can you dance? Can

The worst expect the best Yet the letdown will epically scar them Like a gripping mallet shrill Like the screaming

A cold, firm grip Of the antique pistol awaits For a skull that has been doomed And the weapon was meant for use

Crush your heart Hope to die They told you truths They fed you lines Just keep it simple Adorn our mausoleums

Sorry how I slide All the way down low All the way so can’t even find me Funny how I

You were waiting outside for me in the sun Laying down to soak it all in before we had to

Rylan you should try to get some sun You remind me of everyone Rylan did you break your mother’s heart