Dismember the Fallen - 6842 | Текст песни

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As you cut for inspiration,
The blood spills on the floor.
Just like the pity I felt,
For your lost soul.
It's like stitches,
Being sewn in all the wrong places.
The pain will never release me again.

To be honest I,
Never cared.
I only felt scared,
That's your self inflicting scars,
Would bleed into,
My lack of remorse.

To be honest I,
Never cared.
I only felt scared,
That's your self inflicting scars,
Would bleed into,
My lack of remorse.

I never, wanted this, in my life.
Life.

To be honest I,
Never cared.
I only felt scared,
That's your self inflicting scars,
Would bleed into,
My lack of remorse.

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