| I am the thing that makes you sick
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| I am the blame that gets placed quick
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| Detect the crack within your lie
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| I’ll be the wrath of your disdain
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| I’ll be the fear in you ingrained
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| Become the facts that you deny
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| I can feel this pain is real
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| I hate deep down inside
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| And like broken glass you’ll shatter
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| With bloody fists I’ll batter
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| Like a ten ton hammer
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| I’ll be the trembling in your breath
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| Trickle of blood upon your flesh
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| You’d love to watch me take the fall
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| I’ll be the thing that you despise
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| 'Cause I’m the path to your demise
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| And I’m-a be there standing tall
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| I can feel this pain is real
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| I hate deep down inside
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| And like broken glass you’ll shatter
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| With bloody fists I’ll batter
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| Like a ten ton hammer
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| I can’t stand or take another day, my friend
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| You could learn a thing or two
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| I can feel this pain is real
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| I hate deep down inside
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| And like broken glass you’ll shatter
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| With bloody fists I’ll batter
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| Like a ten ton hammer |