Stringing the truth together
In the patterns of our lies
Beginning to find comfort
Deep within our crimes
Horrified by the skeletons we'll find
and even more horrified by the ones we'll never find
Your only as good as you fake it
I fake it so good I fucking hate it
Words Balancing on the tip of my tongue
If they ever we're to slip they'd be heard by everyone
From bones to dust to us
From bones to dust to us
From bones to dust to us
From bones to dust to us
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