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use to take away me from, everything

vegetable oils and duct tapes? i haven't a clue, seriously

you think you know, don't you?... i don't know, but how in fact could you?

we're using it all, everyone and thing until we run out

life is sour, a sweet plate cold with revenge

until it's taken all way, soon we'll make them all pay

to hell with the enemies, i've got it all in line

make it up until we're made to be fake, processed through this machine

made to be who we don't want to be, but sure enough there's no escape

grape.



dark green, this air is getting thick and poisoned

you don't deserve to be here with me at this time

i don't want you to be there instead, in fact

but you know we'll survive, yes, we've got ourselves in line

get it all until it's dry, and cotton mouthed

speak to me in languages i'll never understand

take my hand, and crumble it into dust

lead me to the place i've never wanted to go

then show me to the door, someone will hopefully forget

sommerset.



hate is a word, and i talk in numbers

make it the place, and i'll know you first

meet me there, i'll show you how to pretend

then make me desire this rope, you hope i choke

falling to pieces like this life was a joke

but nobody's laughing anymore

even i could've told you that there was no more

folklore.