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freedom in my hands

seeker for contention

faker weeding out

seeker for attention

four ways in

only two to leave me

crier doing up

sewing up the loose ends

leaving me without a trace

now it's time

sours in the mouth and blisters healing

open up the coffin

let me breath the air

follower; the dirty one

you will die

sewing up the loose ends

leaving me without a trace

a brand new face that suits me

your body fitted