| From every frightened failure
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| You learned to fear the brave
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| And for your every weakness
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| You learned to find someone to blame
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| You make me scream. |
| You make me sick
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| How you oppress by your submission
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| And how your justice is defined
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| As forcing me to be your equal
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| We will not derail
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| For your mistakes you want us all to fail
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| You want to turn our pride to shame
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| But I refuse not to do my best
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| I won’t shut up. |
| I won’t sit still
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| For what you feed on you are the parasite
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| For your crimes against will and freedom
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| I dub you parasite
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| I see it in your eyes
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| The eyes of a beggar
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| To feel guilty for my strife
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| I hear you rationalizing with blunt thoughts and words
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| Hear you try disguise jealousy as pure morality
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| And you fail to see how you abuse and twist what empathy’s supposed to be
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| Curse you bastard!
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| You make me scream. |
| You make me sick
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| The way you want to be a victim
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| And how you hate the ones who dare
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| For what their actions say ' bout you
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| For what you feed on, you are the parasite
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| For your crimes against will and freedom
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| I dub you parasite
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| And I promise you will never have what’s mine
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| You will never have what’s mine
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| Parasite
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| (We will not, derail)
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| For what you feed on you are the parasite
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| For your crimes against will and freedom
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| I dub you parasite
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| And I promise you will never have what’s mine
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| You will never have what’s mine |