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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terror Universal
Terror Universal
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Wohl
Eddie Wohl
Mixing Engineer
Sahaj Ticotin
Sahaj Ticotin
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

With the flesh from off your face Replace me with your skin It's the only way that I can feel The closest I can get With the flesh from off your face Replace me with your skin It's the only way that I can feel The closest I can get Through the mirrors in your eyes I see Myself but there's nothing to identify The only thing left of me is dead and gone I just pretend to hold on There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There's nothing for you to say There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There nothing you can say There nothing you can say There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my Despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites There nothing you can say to make me hate you more I just pretend to hold on Have you ever truly focused on the pain I've got a reason for this You are the reason for this Have you ever fully focused on the pain I've burned this part of me away I found the place where the dreams go to die It dwells deep in the somber side of my mind I've gone there just to hear you scream Just to see you bleeding There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There's nothing for you to say There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There nothing you can say There nothing you can say There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my Despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites There nothing you can say to make me hate you more I just pretend to hold on With the flesh from off your face I've found the severed part of me That's fallen through this void beside me I suffer in your place There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There's nothing for you to say There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more There nothing you can say There nothing you can say There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my Despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites There nothing you can say to make me hate you more I just pretend to hold on There nothing from your tongue No breath from within your lungs My mind is shut, I hate you enough The skin is cold And the blood is dust to dust
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