| You brought this on yourself
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| The lack of a barrel forced into your mouths
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| Proves your actions won’t be without retribution
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| Break down
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| Bloodshed, a sign of weakness
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| Just know you’ll get what you deserve
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| Who do you think that you are?
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| Barring your teeth like the smile of the one with a blade in his sleeve
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| The thorns that line your back are all it took to slit the arms that took you in
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| Just who do you think that you are?
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| Suicide king dying to be seen
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| An image to build, cover you up
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| The damage is done
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| Just let them fight fight fight
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| So they never have to face themselves
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| 40 days, it will all be over
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| You’ll vanish with the flood
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| Bloodshed, a sign of weakness
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| Just know you’ll get what you deserve
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| Who do you think that you are?
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| Barring your teeth like the smile of the one with a blade in his sleeve
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| The thorns that line your back are all it took to slit the arms that took you in
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| Just who do you think that you are?
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| Suicide king dying to be seen
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| An image to build, cover you up
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| The damage is done
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| Just let them fight fight fight
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| So they never have to face themselves
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| Before you’re too far gone
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| What will it take to drop your arms and learn
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| It’s not too late
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| Burdened with the weight of your disguise, you’ll sink like a stone
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| And collapse from neglect with the rest of your unknowns
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| Face yourself
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| Coward you can’t face yourself
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| Coward you can’t face yourself
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| Coward will you face yourself?
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| You know it never fit, so come on
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| What will it take, to drop your arms and learn
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| It’s not too late for giving up and letting go, growing up
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| Before you are — you’re too far gone |