sunday nights

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it's a self fulfilling prophecy
how do you burn a town you own
always wanted to sit on top a crooked thrown
so why do I choke on letters never wrote

bend to suit my mood
don't want to hear a word from your defense
i'd cry knowing my tears feel like acid
burning through my skin

pushing every button
but the right that would let me in
my alibis are lacking
they're starting to see my tricks

just like the villains that we keep
we're busy playing innocent with who we meet
splinters cut open my skin
as my mouth gaps wide with wordless sins

how did you pay off all your debts
tell me, promise me you're not a threat
learning brand new moves
someone's trying to turn me into something cruel

look in the mirror
do you see you, or do you see me
to put away the monsters
you must become the prey
lure them out behind you
then stop all so suddenly

she's oh so typical
she's oh so wonderful
so why's she got blood on her name
why's she got hatred in her veins

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