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your showing off your slit wrist scars but there facing the wrong way, your barely trying to die but they pity you the same, as another fashion victim in a fashion less cliché (but hey) - we all have our flaws, but I can’t count your hells – tomorrow pulls us in the ground and I don’t know which is worse, to sit through ten fake suicides or to stand find your worth, in your mind such hells to bare, but you never carried the working mans cross (and still) – we all have our guilt, but I can’t count your hells … how could you dare to cut so deep with a razor this dull from the night you lost sleep. And I will not bow to failure, we’ve already come so far, so I’m hanging on to who we were without forgetting who we are, I’m hanging on to who we were without forgetting what you are (worthless)

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from FlameThrower EP + 2 Songs (ST3​-​001), released December 31, 2012

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