| Eyes wide open feed on every line, every
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| Picture, every word the cut so deep and
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| Razor fine, and is it any wonder, that what I
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| Hate is what I seek? |
| When blood becomes
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| The common scene, when heart is hard, and
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| Flesh is weak
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| And I will not be lied or denied, I will not
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| Accept, respect, or bow to… Everything you
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| Give is everything you take, and I don’t
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| Even think that I’d know how to, turn
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| Around and walk into the death that was
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| My life, or maybe life that was my death
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| And I may be your human target, but only
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| Till my final breath
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| Force fed, exploited, till dead
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| Force fed, misguided, till dead
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| Crush the soul and fill the hole with any
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| Substitute to take the place, far away, from
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| Sacrifice and grace, eyes wide open and
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| I’m blind, blind, blind. |
| Smoke from your
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| Lips to take my vision. |
| blood from the son
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| To make me shine…
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| I took my soul on down to the water
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| Hoped the water wasn’t dry -- I took my
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| Body down to the truth, and hoped the truth
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| Was not a lie. |
| you fed me pain, fed the
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| Pain on doubt of live, I lived the lie, it
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| Couldn’t satisfy, made me look somewhere
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| Above |