By Popular Demand You Fall To Waste Again.
Brought To The Execution By A Friend.
The Guilt Is Wearing Down The Defense, And Gearing Up Your Same Old Reasons.
Allowing You To Relive The Same Old Day.

I Can See The Pain Living Inside You.
I Can See The Change Standing Beside You.
Lean On Me This Time.

Somehow You Slip Behind And Go On Your Way.
Somewhere Inside You'll Find A Place To Make This Stay.
For Now It's Wearing Down The Defense, Deconstructing Every Pretense.
Crawling Up Your Spine And Watching You Decay.

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