| Recreant deeds
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| In lightless places
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| They pick my bones
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| And hide their faces
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| They pick my bones
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| And sing their praises
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| (With) no heart of our own
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| Still forced to take it
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| Into minds and onto hands
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| I set my seed at zero
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| I object to your demands
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| The dull ache of twisting space
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| Grinding teeth
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| Devouring mouths to mutter
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| Words without grace
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| What lies beneath…
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| …The ocean of ideas?
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| Shame or repentance?
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| Curled up and ready to strike
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| Until the earth has perished
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| And once again
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| Ready to create something like…
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| …You and I
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| Ritual re-enactment
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| In selfsame glory
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| Reliving life’s every wing
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| I shred my memories
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| To no longer think
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| Down the bottomless pit
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| Sink dignity sink
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| What story is there to tell?
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| God taught his children to hate
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| Onwards my journey to hell
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| What was my fatal mistake?
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| A liberty that will never acquit
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| Eating me up bit by bit
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| Something I came to depend on
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| Once adored, but now gone
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| Don’t fear the frown
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| From the tongue-washed disdain
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| Don’t hear the slander
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| When no one remains
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| Don’t wear no crown
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| When they shout your name
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| Don’t carry the burden
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| Don’t suffer the blame
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| When every side is met
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| …To no purpose
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| For a consciousness in debt
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| How I hung upon these thoughts
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| Of a flawed life’s rightful duel
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| To encounter what come may
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| And forever suffer through…
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| One’s own beating heart
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| Forced to separate
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| From the one you love
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| …And ever so desperate
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| For a fresh start
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| No virtue paid to solve regret
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| …All but wishes, but nothing yet |