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Lost my fingers when I found my fist
Flashing hazards, stuck on safety pins
Eyes wide and wasting wish bones broken in
I want it all but everything won't fit
Cut through the noises we know
Killing our darlings
We've got a choice to make
Safe at the end of our rope
Missing our calling
Rush to the razor blades
Empty boxes squeezing us to death
Haunted crosses breathing down our necks
Cut through the noises we know
Killing our darlings
We've got a choice to make
Safe at the end of our rope
Missing our calling
Rush to the razor blades
A thousand cuts have the last laugh
I'm a mountain, you can't pass me up
Cut through the noises we know
Killing our darlings
We've got a choice to make
Safe at the end of our rope
Missing our calling
Rush to the razor blades