| I had to cut them off
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| They had me bought and sold
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| They plot against my loe with my fears in their hands
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| I climbred into bed with no will to refuse them
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| If for just one night
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| In my haste I had to cut them off my flesh
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| I bought our lives in bulk
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| Refused sacrifice
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| I would not concede with this damn curse that hinds my blood
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| I am lost when when my blood guides my hand and chooses to ignore
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| When my personal passover is a failure to discern an obvious liar
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| They write in anger that what they own is theirs, and they replace charity with
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| a hollow gesture
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| They recruit angry fools to replace the old law that was handed down to them
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| and fulfilled with their own sick and twisted games
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| They can be kept with little effort as no one checks but once a week
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| And only but a few will mke them turn their heads
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| They tithe as a purchase of right
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| As a pack of liars they set themselves as the standard, and put you in your
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| place where you always belonged, but were too foolish to understand
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| Sub to their culture of pretenders in their white sheets that will sway easy to
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| their will
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| I had to cut them off of my flesh, I had to separate the head from the body the
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| way that I would any other serpent
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| Grown men told me tey loved me then disappeared
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| Grown men demanded apologies of me
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| None were given
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| But I’ve bit my tongue and checked my heart
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| I cut off my flesh and I conceded my fear to flee
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| I was left behind while our business took its seat in its rightful place
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| In the hearts of business men
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| I am lost
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| I was questioned and refused
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| I was given something you could say was a gift
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| But I do not
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| Free is cheap and what’s cheap is tossed
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| It’s what we are taught
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| And in that we have always trusted firm
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| I have faith that this promise will not be overturned |