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Visceral Red
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1. Out come the knives.
2. I wasn't born to be some saint.
3. A job that hates you, too.
4. My bright peculiar smile, I want to see your hair hanging from the trees.
5. To give myself away in small, bloody strips.
6. "And oh, the city's too big," you say as if it's all a part of you.
7. We do what we do to fill the empty space.
8. The abyss is just a fraction above.
9. I had built a monster worse than me, and far worse than you.
10. No one really knows anyone.
11. Did you think I'm bare and distant? It's good to know you feel the same.
12. The pen is in my hand, the scissors on the bed for you.
13. I smell it on my sheets for days, I smell it in my room.
14. Do you think it's time for you to live frantically?
15. Make no mistake, I just couldn't stop the hands.
from the Hide the Kitchen Knives album by Paper Chase
