Complications
inside of me
Reminds me
that my heart won't always beat
The ugly
face of death that's smiling
At my
rotting teeth
I will die
here in this sorrow
I was
waiting for tomorrow
Palpitate
the pulse until
You feel my
heart explode against the wall
Oh
Talk about
me
Laugh about
me
Cry about
me
Nail me to
the cross
I'll be a
martyr for the hated
The weak,
the ugly, the lost
I will die
here in this sorrow
I won't
wait for tomorrow
Palpitate
the pulse until
You
resurrect my soul from the wall
Whoa
Talk about
me
Laugh about
me
Cry about
me
Nail me to
the cross
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
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