| You have done your worst and now I see
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| You and your puny lies never got the best of me
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| All your daggers stuck into me in vain
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| My pity turned to anger that is all that’s changed
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| Play your games, but count me out
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| Drunken on misery, falling down
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| I love my family, blood and otherwise
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| For all of my enemies, you’ve already died
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| I’ll let the dead bury the dead
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| Just like Isa al-Masih said
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| All you fakers cheating your way through life
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| Getting rich off the backs of the poor you marginalized
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| Well there’s a price
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| And when I see you on your Judgment Day
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| I won’t be like you, lying in my grave
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| I won’t be like you, dying, lying to my grave
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| I won’t be like you, I won’t be like you
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| Oh my mother
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| It’s for you that I sing this song
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| You gave me love and life
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| Your death taught me to be strong
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| How I’ve waited, waited till my own death
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| These six words burned into my chest
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| I miss you with every breath |