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Well I've been looking for redemption |
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What was gold now is lost to the wolves |
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As the choler inside swells like locusts swarm |
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With all that I've been given |
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The more I've taken |
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Put me out of my misery |
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Dig a hole and throw me in the ground |
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With little faith in a God or humanity I'm lost |
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Sometimes I think to myself, "you should burn mother fucker, burn" |
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There's no truth in resting on laurels |
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Or the blindfold of crooked ideals and morals |
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On and on till the end |
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The serpents in my head |
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Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes |
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If all is lost again will I repeat or repent? |
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Or will I realize the devil's in disguise? |
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I'll fucking self-destruct |
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Well I've been bitten by temptation |
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Body of rust and a cynical soul |
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I can't seem to fend off all the vermin |
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I feel the devil he's calling |
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He's gnawing his way through the walls |
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Is this the bitter end to a lost cause (in his jaws) |
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Or a chance to reignite? |
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Fuck |
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Doubt has dragged me down to rock bottom this time |
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Despite the weight on my shoulders I continue to climb |
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In my final hours towards a higher power to find I'm damaged by design |
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I can't believe it was so difficult to see |
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That all along my only enemy was me |
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I should burn |
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Burn... |