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Bleeding, naked, torn asunder |
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Lies busted open, your world went under |
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Your truth is a lie, ugly and belated |
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Your mind disconnected, your body sedated |
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There's a difference that you cannot tell |
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Not even in the very depths of hell |
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For all the falsehoods that you serve |
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There's not a single lash you don't deserve |
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You tried to buy my sympathy |
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But you won't get another inch from me |
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Just like you sold your empathy |
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Rubbing it all over your dignity |
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Is your love so defect |
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Or is your hate so perfect? |
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Blame puts itself where it don't belong |
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Wicked points at sin, piling up the wrongs |
