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You stand so tall, so high on your throne |
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You're not so gracious anymore |
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We bring you praise, and speak of your name |
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Yet, you don't know us anymore |
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You thought yourself to be more than a man |
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You're just a fucking open sore |
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A festering mass of lies and deceit |
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And we believed every word |
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You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted |
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I don't believe a fucking word |
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The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted |
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You stand to fall, prepare for the worst |
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You're no one's God anymore |
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We brought you praise and spoke of your name |
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No one will remember your face |
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You're not the man that I thought you were |
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You are a coward in disguise |
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You made the bed of nails that you lie in |
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And you will surely die alone |
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And we believed every word |
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You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted |
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I don't believe a fucking word |
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The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted |
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What a mistake to place gold in the hands of a beggar |
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If only you could see yourself |
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Just pull the fucking trigger |
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You dug the fucking grave that you lie in |
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Now you will surely die alone |
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You will die alone |
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Give me one reason not to rip out your throat |
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You live in horror |
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Oblivious to the world around you |
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Destined to become the empty shell of a man |
