| Stop pretending that you’re better, you’re as guilty as all the rest.
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| You’re planning shelter from this division, a ruined cities aftermath.
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| Some people call it tragedy, I call it moving on.
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| I never asked for you to care, I never wanted the things you’ve got.
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| And now you’re praying for your rapture,
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| As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards.
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| You will be there, dancing on my grave.
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| It’s so pathetic you care so much, about what other people think.
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| Practice all your lies in the mirror, for every possible line you face.
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| So when you push me down the well, will you even call for help?
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| You’ll tell everyone you know, you tried to rescue me yourself.
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| And now you’re praying for your rapture,
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| As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards.
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| You will be there, dancing on my grave.
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| You disgust yourself, you believe in nothing.
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| You’ll deny yourself, every happy ending.
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| It’s in your head you’ll discover. |
| You’re not as consequential as the rest.
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| In your hand you’ll recover, a notice of the truth.
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| You! |
| Failed! |
| You failed me.
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| And now you’re praying for your rapture,
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| As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards.
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| You will be there, dancing on my grave.
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| And now you’re praying for your rapture,
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| As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards.
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| You will be there, dancing on my grave. |