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Converse with a dead man, because he tells no lies

Stand tall for your hangman, don't swallow your pride now

I can't see enemies from my own bed

I can't see enemies from their own beds

I scrape the bottom

Don't look at me like a crime, you know that unlocked doors are a bad place to hide

So let me go or leave me here; either way your future's unbroken, your past is clear

Sorrow isn't a best friend, its just a haunted place

Your eyes tell of an omen, this will not end up well

I can't see enemies from their own beds

I can't see enemies from my own bed

Don't look to me like a crime, you know that unlocked doors are a bad place to hide

Haunted, guilty

I don't walk through your pity, when i just want to stay your whore