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von Whores.

I've been so devout.
I've been drowning out the voices in my head.
I've been suffering for all the choices that i made.
An ancient baby filled with dread
I know I know I want to let it go
I can't get it right
I'm on to you
You forced my hand to choose.
We can leave tonight.
This is for cowards.
This is for slack-jawed. Settled in on the losing end.
Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed.
We're tired of the race.
We're sick of the smell.
A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sells.
I know I know I want to let it go.
I can't get it right.
I'm on to you.
You forced my hand to choose.
We can leave tonight.