| Pitiful, poor, blind and naked.
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| In pursuit of an atonement that will never come.
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| You justify your actions, the excuse of false claims.
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| Sinking beneath the hope of release,
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| You’ve built this prison, brick by bloody brick.
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| Who is the man behind the mask,
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| The brother I loved?
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| The person I once looked up to?
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| Is he lost within?
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| We’re left with nothing but a debt on our hands.
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| A broken family, the legacy you’ve left behind.
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| Face the demon
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| Or perish as a promise unfulfilled.
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| You were meant for more than this.
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| An absent figure, an abandoned home,
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| You were meant for more than this.
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| Set flames to this withered field.
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| These crops are all worthless. |