Vomit EmpathyMature

I could kill you with kindness, vomit empathy through my pores
I'd rather do it with your own blindness, show you the sights that make you sore
I've played the villain, I'm a vulture feeding on the dead
Or am I a parasite feeding on the blood in your head?

I found a girl in the muck, thought she'd fill up my hole
Said she could clean my heart, and I could help her clean her soul
So I said meet me on the edge of the plane
We'll trade scars and we'll wear our shame 

The End

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