Brittle cracks and porcelain
A stack of sin just shifting weight
Call it what you like, I'll call it what it is
It's a bit of trauma from me and mine
When it hurts, conscience collapse
Postulating for you, the voice that you always knew
That you loved to have in you
Your price to collect became a thrill
Conscience collapse!
Brittle cracks and porcelain
A stack of sin just shifting weight
Call it what you like, I'll call it what it is
It's a bit of trauma from me and mine
Is it working when it takes more than it gives?
Is it worth it now? You take more than you give
You admit your conscience collapse
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