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For forever living in |
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For forever dying in |
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The shadow of a killing cross |
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Born and held accountable |
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Sworn to bear the burden, now |
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For sinful nails |
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Driven deep |
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But I can't be responsible |
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For having done the unthinkable |
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And won't... |
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No, I won't play that role |
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For forever living in |
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For forever dying in |
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The ashes of a smoldering cross |
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Born and held accountable |
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Sworn to bear the burden, now |
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For shameful hands |
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Which held the flame |
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But I can't be responsible |
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For changing the unchangeable |
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And won't... |
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Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? |
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With rusted chains |
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We incarcerate and cage ourselves |
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Cease We patronize and crucify |
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And kill ourselves |
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We seduce the past |
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And draw it close |
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And hold it tight |
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And never let it go |
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Until we hurt ourselves |
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And hate ourselves |
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And blame ourselves again |
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Again... No, we can't be responsible |
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For bearing the unbearable |
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And won't... |
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Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? |
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With rusted chains |
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We incarcerate and cage ourselves |
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Cease We patronize and crucify |
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And kill ourselves |
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We seduce the past |
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And draw it close |
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And hold it tight |
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And never let it go |
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Until we hurt ourselves |
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And hate ourselves |
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And blame ourselves again |
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Again... |