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sweetened possesive farce
our saints become sparce
and now its an option to be transparent
so in your soul that it's inherent
now that you've found your wings (you want to fly)
now that I've done those things (you've said goodbye)
it would be ample if only you'd trample
what you could not choke in life
Choke Choke Choke Choke
now that you've sold your soul
what was the human toll?
and oh your sacrifice (your sacrifice)
and oh what my human vice(you were)
It would be ample if only you'd trample
what you could not choke in life
Choke Choke Choke Choke
I could be anyone
I could be anything except for you
except for you
anything except for you
no, anything to be a lie it didnt rain twice
the clouds are over my head but i'm not dead yet
I could be anyone
I could be anything except for you
except for you
anything except for you