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Move into the grave that bares your name

My high is creeping
But is it set in stone?
We're both wasted
But we're not going anywhere like this

(So we'll see right through)
And I'll walk face first into sliding glass
(So we'll see right through) for your pleasure
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest

Move into the grave that bares your name

This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close
This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close

(So we'll see right through)
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears
(So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest

We won't believe in anything
We won't believe in anything

Lust sick from the guilt you spread
Lust sick, lust sick, lust sick, lust sick in this moment

All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest
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Move into the grave that bares your name      My high is creeping   But is it set in stone?   We're both wasted   But we're not going anywhere like this      (So we'll see right through)   And I'll walk face first into sliding glass   (So we'll see right through) for your pleasure   All in the taste of salt on your neck   (Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back   ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue   (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest      Move into the grave that bares your name      This fuse left burning   But now we're far too close   This fuse left burning   But now we're far too close      (So we'll see right through)   To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears   (So we'll see right through)   All in the taste of salt on your neck   (Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back   ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue   (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest      We won't believe in anything   We won't believe in anything      Lust sick from the guilt you spread   Lust sick, lust sick, lust sick, lust sick in this moment      All in the taste of salt on your neck   (Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back   ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue   (Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest
 
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