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Micro Cuts
Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should've loved
Souls weeping above
I've seen
what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul
Micro waves me insane
A blaine cuts in your brain
To sounds like forks on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate
I've seen
What you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our soul
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