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Cut   Me   Open

O cut me open
count the rings you find
let my soul bleed
one death at a time

feel the warmth of my sorrow
Slip between your eyes
hear your heart cry out
you'll find you were never suprised

Some people were born to be bad
Some died to be good
I live my life to be myself
I believe everyone should

O cut me open
free me from the wrath
of my self inflicted hatred
of my so called steady path