| Behold the man, a living example
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| In his likeness sacred profane
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| Behold the man, what I have done?
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| The path to hell is paved
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| With least resistance
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| But those less traveled by
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| Shall make a world of difference
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| Beating myself to a pulp
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| Extracting from my skull
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| All those things I’ve learned to live with
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| All those things I’ve loved
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| All these things are killing me
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| A perpetual fall from grace
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| But the hand that feeds
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| Is the hand that beats me
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| Fiercely in the face
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| So I will build myself an effigy
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| No longer mope in mediocre hell
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| Behold the man, a living example
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| Behold the man, what have I done?
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| Behold the man in his likeness
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| Sacred profane
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| Behold the man, a living example
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| Behold the man, what have I done?
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| Behold the man in his likeness
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| What have I done?
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| Effigy
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| Effigy
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| Effigy
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| Effigy
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| Behold the man
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| Behold the man
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| The icons, betrayal, and guilt
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| The icons, betrayal, and guilt
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| The icons, betrayal, and filth
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| The icon, what have I done? |