our vices nick like the prick from a pin a stitch in time to heal these wounds you re stepping down from this white walled stair well you re staring the beast in the eye as he stalks your every motion each step s a crack in your foundation that you ve worked so hard to build our vices nick like the prick from a pin a stitch in time to heal these wounds just get a hold a grip of yourself you re moving backwards in time in this ensemble of titans you re only a mouse playing the notes all too soon our vices nick like the prick from a pin a stitch in time to heal these wounds just get a hold a grip of yourself you ve been here you know it all too well just take it in the bitter taste of hell our vices nick like the prick from a pin a stitch in time to heal these wounds just get a hold a grip of yourself we re awaiting the crescendo the ending credits
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