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APOSTISY lyrics : "In Account Of My Death"

Spent every day living out a wasted dream
The chemistry was fantasy I hide my shadow,
I've burnt the image

In a fireplace built beneath my heart
The open scars prove your vacant remarks
Indulge over time well spent alone

Forget our Chaos, was passion in rage
Our rage is love piercing a beautiful pain


Shine this crown of vindictive victory
Bury this crown to a selfless grave
Crass in public, not easily embarrassed

Fashion is relic, though you compromise
Winning arguments brings your ego to a head


You get what you put forth
Get what you came for
You get what you put forth

Playback to the way it was before

Love is no incentive to her misery

Embodies that simple mind, guggle all the facts
Come to no conclusion
But you get what you can

I'll hide my smile to save face
In a sense it might bring new blood
I'll decide who carries my grace

In a sense it may change my luck

Spent every day living out a wasted dream

The chemistry was fantasy
I hide my shadow, I've burnt the image
In a fireplace built beneath my heart


You get what you put forth
Get what you came for

You get what you put forth
Playback to the way it was before

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