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There's something inside me that softly kills everyone around.
They don't know they're dead to me because intent never makes a sound.
All along they have found I strangled lovers who have learned from slower hands.
In these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.
There's an art in seclusion.
Production in depression if a stranger turns up missing.
Count this song as my confession.
Tell the tales of the trail of dead.
Lovers learn from slower hands.
Losing myself, in myself.
Inner demons, make demands.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.
You're suffocating me, so very hard to breath.
My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny.
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.