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Raphael Edmund Noel Smith
Raphael Edmund Noel Smith
Songwriter
Sebastian John Weir
Sebastian John Weir
Songwriter

Lyrics

Uproot the thorn within
Cast it out of me
One drop of venom is enough to paralyse
Determined truth we seek
Set fire, collide in the dirt
Deafening waves crash as we scorch this poisoned earth
Make your demons mine
Throw my body to the flames
Let the blood spill from your cheek
To a fantasy that won't remain
'Cause I swear we could make it out
If you just keep close to my skin
As I try to live
It tears me from limb from limb
I've been sick of dancing with angels of death
Watching the black smoke rise from my chest
Poisonous self-doubt imprisoning me
I see the devilish gleam
Cast it out and let the past bleed
Let me leave
It's who I choose to be
A glorified puppet
Won't you cut my strings?
'Cause I swear we could make it out
If you just keep close to my skin
As I try to live
It tears me from limb from limb
And I know this place could kill us
I feel the smoke closing in
As I try to breathe
It tears me from limb from limb
Let me leave, let me bleed
Kill my history
This cult of misery will see
I've cut my strings
Written by: Raphael Edmund Noel Smith, Sebastian John Weir
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