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Escapism
some words are engrained on our skin
past won't come off
so just cut it with a knife
peeling back the dark to reveal the light
i'd cheat and lie and steal
to find your cure
precious poison paradise
we're the sick among the pure
betrayal on your lips
hear it echoing the sound
but i'm still a million miles away
now i'll never be found
you can sew stitches to your lids
try to forget what you've seen
but i know what you are
you pretty hate machine
