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My skin
is my shield
but who's to save me from inside?
Wretched as if
to procreate for genocide
See how it tried to fly
Wings are on kryptonide
Chorus:
I wanted to feel this
I'm thinking of trying to try
Cause if I get my ins
I'll walk the sky
All that is ill
and all I fight to keep inside
grips me until
the point of breaking's no surprise
See how it tried to fly
Wings are on kryptonide
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