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It's useless to hesitate, the knife's to the bone, it always strikes too late, never safe to heed, where I've been going, no one makes me plead, always leave the way, I can slay my ghosts, no matter what their taste, say sayonara to that scene, they‘ll leave me alone, my turn now to bleed, it leaves me delicate, a tune with broken tones, sealed in a shipping crate, but it’s not my creed, when you leave home, you want to succeed, the moon is llke paper, it knows what I've done, the wind on the plates, fire to understand.