| A vengeful angel flies around the sun
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| Drippin' his wax down on those that watch
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| Feathers falling next, they’re dancing around
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| Such a graceful decent, so unlike his own
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| Crashing down to earth
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| Destruction in his wake he caused
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| There I go again, trying to narrate
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| So I could hide my role
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| Have to own up, have to concede
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| They used me like you
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| We all have our jobs, markers of our fate
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| That dictate our place
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| But now I know it’s not his fault
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| How could I (?) responsible?
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| So wrought by what I’ve done
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| Wouldn’t wish it on anyone
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| What of the man with the wooden god?
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| Never did him good
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| But never steered him wrong
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| Can’t claim the same
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| The blood on my hands
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| Marks my guilt, exposes my crimes
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| I’ve played with lives
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| Like the Gods of old
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| But I’m no God
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| I’m just a fool
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| Leader of the mob
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| King of the swayed, culpable
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| The moms and dads who turned to me
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| Now hold their torches at my door
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| Try to alleviate the burden of my guilt
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| Never really had agency
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| I’m just a false prophet, just a heretic
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| Powerless without your belief
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| A young couple meets and falls in love
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| And live so happily, it’s a platitude
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| But it’s a lie, affections unrequited
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| Presence someone else will complicate
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| The best laid plans of invertebrates made evil by love
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| Trapped inside a frame not of my design
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| Simple follow (?) remember the lines
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| I had no choice, this is how it was cast
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| This is how it was cast, I had no choice
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| Trapped inside a frame, not of my design
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| Follow what is destined and tow the line
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| There is no escape, that’s why they call it fate
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| There is no escape, that’s why they call it fate
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| There is no escape, that’s why they call it fate
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| There is no escape, that’s why they call it fate
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| There is no escape |