Sewn with the same strings that keep me from breathing
You living up and find his friends took my place
Dissolve like a doll dream in the sweet sting of grace
Feed me what I need and stitch me up properly
Still with the same mane that keeps me from fading
Seeping off a silver screen
Like i'm innate
Call to the voicings and I get my faith
What's so loud?
A great necessity
Trapped inside a scheme of lies
The shape of my face is the shape of my hands
Because I can!
Because I can!
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