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A martyr
In desperate search of a vindicating word
Reprobate
All but alone as the narrative shifts
And the fortresses fall
You can scratch at your skin till you tear it away
And all that you find is the jester beneath
Bask in shadows and feed on the guilt
Because the only thing left is the coward you built
I bet you're tired of going under
You must love the sting of failure on your skin
My god you do
You try to tread but you sink further
The smell of blood is in the water now
The sharks are circling
Your words are your prison
Your pain is your price
The piece of your soul that you're missing
It'll drown with you
Your words are your prison
Your pain is your price
The piece of your soul that you're missing
It'll drown with you
It'll drown with you
I bet you're tired of going under
You must love the sting of failure on your skin
My god you do
You try to tread but you sink further
The smell of blood is in the water now
The sharks are circling

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