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nothing can heal the scars i carry,
my skin is hacked to pieces.
i am a being of the dirt,
and i live in a world of hurt.

my insides are ash and my mind is dust
my heart is stone and my blood is poison
my skin is mud and my eyes are blind
my senses are warped but my soul is on fire

reaching for the light and grabbing for the moon
hiding on my dark side, getting away from you
harbouring my self like a russian doll
my minds away to go, the flower shall die...soon

this coma, this silence, this place i cant escape
i try to help my self get through this
i try to run away but your chains are holding
im caught in you web and im slowly dieing

reaching for the light and grabbing for the moon
hiding on my dark side, getting away from you
harbouring my self like a russian doll
my minds away to go, the flower shall die...soon

your fangs are hocked inside my brain and the poision is draining out
i dont mind, i dont care. it makes me smile to watch this
i watch as you suck on the venom, the venom you put in me
i laugh as you crumble and kneel down to tell you

reaching for the light and grabbing for the moon
hiding on my dark side, getting away from you
harbouring my self like a russian doll
my minds away to go, the flower shall die...soon

i whisper in you broken ear
i dont care if its the last thing you hear
i want you to know my final words to you
you deserve what you get but i'll die to

so i'm reaching for the light and grabbing for the moon
hiding on my dark side, getting away from you
harbouring my self like a russian doll
my minds away to go, the flower shall die...soon