| You are the venomous
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| Empty brilliance
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| I am upset with what I’ve become
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| I am defenseless, hardly broken
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| I am irrelevant with what I have done
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| What have I done
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| Etched in skin like scars I’m left with
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| Swept beneath my sin
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| (Just to keep the surface from caving in)
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| Chased by the end of a book not written
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| Yet somehow I’m condemned
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| (Defeat the fire or be the fire within)
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| Take
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| Or be the one who gave in
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| Break
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| Or be the one who lives
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| Wait
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| And leave the world as broken
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| To justify the end
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| You’re free to give in but
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| Damned if you dare to
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| Taught to forgive while the hate lies within you
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| Feel trapped in your skin
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| You can’t comprehend
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| He who preaches through silence
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| Denies us our privilege
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| Caged in glass, my chaos trapped
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| And wrapped inside my skin
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| Paint my past with cold dead hands
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| Convince me who I am
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| Take
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| Or be the one who gave in
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| Break
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| Or be the one who lives
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| Wait
|
| And leave the world as broken
|
| To justify the end
|
| You’re free to give in but
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| Damned if you dare to
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| Taught to forgive as the hate lies within you
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| Feel trapped in your skin
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| You can’t comprehend
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| He who preaches through silence
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| Denies us our privilege
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| Right to defend
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| Our doubts in regard to
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| Who we should be
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| When the answers involves you
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| The beat in my chest is
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| The absence I’ve turned to
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| Losing is closure if I’m who designed you |