| I have nothing left to prove. |
| No demonstrations, no explanations.
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| There was never any intention for me to convince you.
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| It’s just another case of you with your formless sense of importance.
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| You’re breathing fire and your words are burning in hell.
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| This rebellion is marching to it’s disarray.
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| It talks in circles and it’s words are burning in hell.
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| You are every inch of neutral. |
| So avert your senses from my dedication.
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| Wash my skin down to my stubborn and proud skeleton hands. |
| Yeah…
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| It’s just another case of you with your formless sense of importance.
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| You’re breathing fire and your words are burning in hell.
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| This rebellion is marching to it’s disarray.
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| It talks in circles and it’s words are burning in hell.
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| You’re not getting under my skin! |
| Yeah… You’re not getting under my skin!
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| You’re not getting under my skin! |
| You’re not getting under my skin!
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| You’re not getting under my skin! |
| You’re not getting under my skin…
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| under my skin! |