| Reap what you sow
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| Do you believe yourself?
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| The lies you tell so well?
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| I hope you rot in hell
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| Yea! |
| I’m gonna watch as you breakdown
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| From the shadows you strum on your web of influence
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| Consuming your victims from the inside
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| A spider to the end
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| You think you’re innocent?
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| You think you’re relevant?
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| You’re such a hypocrite!
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| Yea! |
| And now it’s time for the payback!
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| Never forget who you are, stick to your guns
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| Reflections live through the night
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| Are you just a sucker buying time?
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| You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs
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| They welcome you out of spite
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| Much to your twisted delight
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| I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you
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| You have finally done it, you outsmarted the mirror
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| And believe the lies you told
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| Now you are complete, a jester and a fraud
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| When you smile at me I doubt you realize what I see
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| A shadow where once stood a fool
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| Reap what you sow
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| You think you’re innocent?
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| You think you’re relevant?
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| You’re such a hypocrite!
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| Yea! |
| And now it’s time for the payback!
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| Never forget who you are, stick to your guns
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| Reflections live through the night
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| Are you just a sucker buying time?
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| You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs
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| They welcome you out of spite
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| Much to your twisted delight
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| I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you
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| In the end I will be the one standing and they’ll be over you
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| Seems temptation finally found you
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| And now we’ll watch you drown in your greed, in your lust
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| Swallow it down if it helps you sleep at night
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| Tell me more about the tour, hack!
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| About your crowds (&) how great they were! |
| Go on!
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| Convince me that its real art, smile for the cameras
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| And assure me that you have a soul!
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| What have you become, trash?!
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| Such a damn disgrace, a waste!
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| They will scream that you’re a charlatan
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| When you beg, «what have I done»?!
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| Never forget who you are, stick to your guns
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| Reflections live through the night
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| Are you just a sucker buying time?
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| You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs
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| They welcome you out of spite
|
| Much to your twisted delight
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| I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you
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| In the end I will be the one standing and they’ll be over you |