| I renounce you — and your love
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| Now worthless since cold
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| Like the secret purpose who made me serve
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| Father, you who — want me to unfold
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| In some other world
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| You — who always change your name
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| And call to arms in some iron game
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| You who refuse to step aside
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| As we toast — the blushing bride
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| I despise you — brother, you who wished to kill
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| All those dressed in rags
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| Look who’s hiding now so still
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| Behind red flags — It’s you
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| Who fought to throw the blacks
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| Off our sands and back
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| Into the sea — no, it ain’t me — I protest you — I detest you
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| I renounce you — and the beasts Of prey you admire
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| And I defy you and all traitors alike
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| And I hereby betray you who always
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| Crack up under fire
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| And make this flame breathe stone
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| I deny you — mother, you who won’t seek
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| The memory within — Yet who swore not to rise by sin
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| Now there’s blood dripping from your teeth
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| Unto my skin beneath, into this hand of mine
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| You who always betray time
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| With false urgencies
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| You — abandoned by your gods and laws
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| And by your church with its borrowed myths
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| Now you try to hang on to this — And beg for more
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| In vain — it won’t feel the same
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| You — so talented — so gifted
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| Yet you see it as a curse or worse
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| As a sentence that — cannot be lifted
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| I reject you — for I have failed you
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| My teachers who somehow
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| Taught me to listen and to shout
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| Teachers, I need you more than anyone
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| More than ever now
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| I beg you — not to judge me |