| A Telemetry - Cut To Ribbons | |
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calling out - to a realistic fate as all the emptiness remains at the wait saw blade spinning surely it never stops it will harvest all skin it rips the lot no time to abide the teeth will divide it bites threw a flesh of all fermenting lies your pride - cut to ribbons your soul - cut to ribbons your stride - cut to ribbons your hope - cut to ribbons strolling in settles all control a secret frozen state solidified a hold knife edge pierces slowly right through the bone ignorance is ramped in your smart tone all lines will deceive the aim to conceive a way to show a balance of exacting need your pride - cut to ribbons your soul - cut to ribbons your stride - cut to ribbons your hope - cut to ribbons a door blocks a need to seek eclipse of one so weak confined to endless fear a risk a blame to much to hear your pride - cut to ribbons your soul - cut to ribbons your stride - cut to ribbons your hope - cut to ribbons |
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