| You try and play out the victim
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| A pathetic attempt at best
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| Burden of sorrow lives in here
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| Children look on as her body is taken down
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| A dwelling place of demons
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| Where innocence is lost
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| Moral standard disapates
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| Nothing they could do but watch in fear
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| How could you do this coward?
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| What did you think you’d prove?
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| I hope inside you’re rotting
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| Regret consuming you
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| I hope they tear at you and
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| You have a taste of hell
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| Even then there’d be no
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| Justice for when she fell
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| Drownig out the voices
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| Of the multitudes of death
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| Frozen eyes of fear look on
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| To a tongue that speaks great things unto the world
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| Reasons are so frustrating
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| Coz everybody hurts
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| But to take the life of innocence
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| And nothing can bring it back it don’t make sense
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| How could you do this coward?
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| What did you think you’d prove?
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| I hope inside you’re rotting
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| Regret consuming you
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| I hope they tear at you and
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| You have a taste of hell
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| Even then there’d be no
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| Justice for when she fell
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| We all wonder
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| What have you done
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| Inside we die
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| For we’re all too late
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| No, don’t do this
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| The flower has died
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| How could you do this coward?
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| What did you think you’d prove?
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| I hope inside you’re rotting
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| Regret consuming you
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| I hope they tear at you and
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| You have a taste of hell
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| Even then there’d be no
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| Justice for when she fell |