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A.F.I. - Weathered Tomb
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Hung in your room, swaying, hoping that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The
deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink. I can't...
Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. Have they always shone so vacantly?
The more i show the less you'll want to know. I can't...
Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming.
Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like
Do you like what I'm becoming.
Cut myself today. It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. Seems I have landed quite uncomfortably. But
as I pass through souls of broken glass, I can't
Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming.
Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like
Do you like what I'm becoming.
Cut myself today. It's all for you.
Please don't ask me just what I think. Trust me, you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up. Trust me, trust me, cuz I can't.
Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming.
Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like
Do you like what I'm becoming.
Cut myself today. It's all for you.
It's all for you.....
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