
时间:2009-04-03
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Our guise is that of an apparition
Enthralled in the vanity of self worship
Our robe our crown as much a part of us
As the very marrow in our bones
We'll have you begging for your mother in the morning
Your father is out he's d**n right he should be worried
They'll call you Jane Doe
They'll call you Jane Doe
One in a million one and the same
One empty chamber one less to blame
One in a million one and the same
One empty chamber one less to blame
This is a failing institution
And I've failed to notice
I've learned not to
Despise this sentiment
Complacency invokes
Atrophy's embrace
And so what if I can't leave this room
That has never stopped us before before