| It’s strange all the ways
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| We suffer everything in trade
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| Like the trails we impose to disappear
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| Find I’ve strayed from the course of least resistance
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| Losing sight of the prize like a faint and distant scar
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| Forced it down with the rest
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| Of the bitterness and humility not less
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| Than the air we simply breathe and sterilize
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| Say a prayer for me I’m still haunted and so starved
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| Separated from my sins I’m too tired to forgive
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| Say it’s everything I’ve lost and I’ll believe each word
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| Spare the silence we defend and criticize
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| Now too many names unlock the serpentine escape
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| Like the bombs we project in severed lines
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| Break my faith in the will
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| Blood torn from innocence we kill
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| Every single time we hear a siren on the air
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| Now as hopelessness surrounds me
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| I stand torn just like a child of war
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| The lie inside bitter and commanding
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| We face the world with nothing but our breath
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| The fires rage the static boils
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| The broken words the shattered page
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| A children’s lie a starving soul
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| From hand to mouth assume control
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| I’m not the one to bear this pain
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| And share the sin yet still refrain
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| In token words and spoken lies
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| We spit inside your pious eyes |