| Made yourself into more than a man
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| The anointed one by your own hand
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| Speech is perfect, masked vulgarity
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| Sight is straight, dark rigidity
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| All is copacetic
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| Projected, unaccepting
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| Everyone is hurt
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| Everyone is broken
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| Everyone is bleeding
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| Inside
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| I’ve lived enough to know
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| Everyone has suffered, suffered
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| Inside, inside
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| Who would even need to see?
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| Who would even seem to care?
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| What you see is shallow
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| Who would even need to see?
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| Who would even seem to care?
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| There is no room, no room for despair
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| That mask is so deceptive
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| Despite this life
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| Try and hide, try and hide
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| From down low, so much darkness
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| Casts a shadow on your broken halo
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| I’ve lived enough to know
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| So much darkness
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| Seeds are sown
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| Everyone is hurt
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| Everyone is broken
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| Everyone is bleeding
|
| Inside
|
| I’ve lived enough to know
|
| Everyone has suffered, suffered
|
| Inside, inside
|
| Who would even need to see?
|
| Who would even seem to care?
|
| What you see is shallow
|
| Who would even need to see?
|
| Who would even seem to care?
|
| There is no room, no room for despair
|
| Everyone is hurt
|
| Everyone is broken
|
| Everyone is bleeding
|
| Inside
|
| I’ve lived enough to know
|
| Everyone has suffered, suffered
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| Inside, inside |