Tekster: Ceremony. Along.
Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.
Making bad decisions, press along while nails dig into me, scream for help but no one cares, it doesn't matter anyway.
Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.
No.
Light won't carry through the room, the doors are locked, it's darkening.
Every step I take gets worse, solutions want to fail me
Making bad decisions, press along while nails dig into me, scream for help but no one cares, it doesn't matter anyway.
Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.
No.
Light won't carry through the room, the doors are locked, it's darkening.
Every step I take gets worse, solutions want to fail me
Ceremony
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