| Again, I wake to you… Stand up, these feet are so far from clean.
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| I’m undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me.
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| But years passed when I saw Eve next to me,
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| She’s wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality.
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| I remember the host, but it’s been so long since we spoke.
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| He said, «My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish.»
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| But I sit at a banquet for traitors
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| Placed here between a thief and a liar.
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| «Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip…»
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| But I’ll make you the god of a liar
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| Cause I’ve been both a saint and a viper.
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| I’ll make you the god of a liar.
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| I am a lie, just like these traitors that cry for forgiving replies
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| But keep their grips held tight.
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| Though my eye’s on Eve you’re ready to bleed as if I’m royalty
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| But I am no king. |
| I am no king.
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| His life spilled like a tide so divine.
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| It was a blood soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty.
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| With such violent grace, the waves hit my face
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| And in painful clarity I turned fearfully…
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| «What makes you think you can deserve me?
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| WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DESERVE ME?»
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| My host fell to His knees as paling lips pushed His plea…
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| «My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish.»
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| But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar.
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| «Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip…»
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| But I’ll make you the god of a liar
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| Cause I’ve been both a saint and a viper.
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| By grace uneven, at the banquet portrayed, through death, this life is saved.
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| But I am no king! |
| I am no…
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| «Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing» |