| You’re so weak
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| A knife to your throat couldn’t get you to speak
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| With my hand on your soul, I can feel your lack of anything
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| Now you have nothing to say?
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| When your fingers couldn’t breathe, I took the power away
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| Actual suffering, primitive pain
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| Wires in blood, straight to the vein
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| Are you the hammer or the nail?
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| It’s a slippery slope from what I can tell
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| The new reality says you burn in the fire
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| The new reality says your talks becomes stale
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| To the secret circle of a dream long dead
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| Let silence be your offering
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| To the old guard drowning in its own tears shed
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| Let silence be your offering |