| Sermon sung me slow to sleep
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| Faster if I had a choice
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| With every breath another death
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| Still so in love with your own voice
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| Idle threats to hide regrets
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| Excuses serve to bide the time
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| Cover tracks, double back
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| We summon silence so divine
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| Greeted with a thundering absence of applause
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| Choke on your own words
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| Lies are venom in your veins
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| Burn from the inside
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| And never speak my name
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| Jesus complex, gag reflex
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| Trigger happy redundancy
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| No thrill, no chase, no saving grace
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| Hypnotic in monotony
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| Loaded with a salt rock shot
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| You say you’re everything you’re not
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| What might have been is all you’ve got
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| From here and now you’re dead to me
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| Greeted with a thunderous absence of applause
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| Choke on your own words
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| Lies are venom in your veins
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| Burn from the inside
|
| And never speak my name
|
| Choke on your own words
|
| Lies are venom in your veins
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| Burn from the inside
|
| And never speak my name
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| Nothing will ever erase
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| Or undo your disgrace
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| A lonely self-embrace
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| They’ve long forgotten you
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| Still cling to what it was
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| A lost and hopeless cause
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| Forever mourning your loss
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| They’ve long forgotten you
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| Murdered slowly in minute increments of time
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| Pissing up a rope
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| Another moment passes by
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| Choke on your own words
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| Lies are venom in your veins
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| Burn from the inside
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| And never speak my name |