Shades of lines 
frame the time
sister, brother
cut to code
all alone
built up, level

Lost your way
back and they
cut off
my prayers
oceans wide
all went dry
reflection
lethal
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And if you ever have to leave
leave yourself outside the door
and if you ever have to leave this 
perfect world, lord.

Held upright
hands are tied
emotion sickness
breathing quiet
all the time
sister, brother
might happen overnight
its times like these
i'm not surprised
and my hands an open knife
it carves creation's fire
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Bridge

Isolate,
Pray again,
Swallow

Its my life
Its my life
Its my life
I do what I want
Its my life
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