Anberlin

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There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around

They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound

All along they found I strangled lovers who've learned from slower hands

With these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

There's an art in seclusion. Production in depression

if a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confession

Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands

Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe

My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the

Secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

Existe alguém dentro de mim que suavemente mata todos ao redor

Eles não sabem que estão mortos por minha causa

A intenção nunca tem som

Eles descobrem que eu estrangulei amantes que aprenderam com mãos pesadas

Nesses onze minutos eu poderia te ensinar o que eu sou