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An empty stare, a grin.
Sweating palms and within.
Delete past calculations, adapt to a new breed.
Sudden movements, the smell of

ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than you lies.
Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I admit that I'm wrong.

Can't rid the disease, a need of release, the source pull you under.
Can't rid the disease, a of release, or a way to end it.

Twitching muscles, an head.
Brain hurting, unable to straight.
A great future have been, among the lost.
Among deceivers, himself.

Wont see me...

rid the disease...