| No!
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| I have no love for a lie
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| I have no love for a lie!
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| They are all rotten inside
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| Payment is part of the smile
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| Controlled and confined
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| A predestined nature that sticks
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| It rots the inside, the tree has been spoiled and split
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| Get down to the roots and you’ll see that they’ve rot!
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| The branches reach out to nothing at all!
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| If you get down to the roots…
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| If you get down to the roots, would you consume?
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| Disposable!
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| It makes you controllable, if you only knew
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| A falsified icon!
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| Laid down where their eyes can consume you
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| Harvest, your power
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| Devour, your spirit’s bound
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| Harvest, power, poison, devour
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| Devour, fragile!
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| Ask yourself: would you be?
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| If you get down to the roots
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| And see that they’re swollen with poison
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| Would you still love them
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| Would you still love them?
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| And if you only knew how they tied the noose
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| Around your neck
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| Would you still love them
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| Would you still love them?
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| Would you still love
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| Would you still love?
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| No. I would not be grateful!
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| I will not be grateful!
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| I wil not accept the fruit
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| Would you get down to roots?
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| Could you pull up the roots
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| Or would you consume?
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| If you get down to the roots
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| If you get down to the roots
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| Would you… stay?
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| Would you… stay? |