I'm searching for redemption
I wish I could find an answer
Words are perfect deceivers
They revive my wounds forever
In self-destructive schemes
I feel so numb, I feel so cold, your vain, delusive heresy
Makes me nonexistent and dead inside
I would rather disappear, or shed my blood onto the ground
Than having to face your sheer vanity
I wish I could find an answer
Words are perfect deceivers
They revive my wounds forever
In self-destructive schemes
I feel so numb, I feel so cold, your vain, delusive heresy
Makes me nonexistent and dead inside
I would rather disappear, or shed my blood onto the ground
Than having to face your sheer vanity
~Revive My Wounds~
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