| Sentenced to this lifelong sequence of watching your back
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| A second guess
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| Sink into the feeding of essence to the vultures of another yesterday
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| Save us from indolence, save us from this fate
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| A black cat tradition damned to the genetics of our parents' ways
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| Half dead, on your way out
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| Sent back to these days of heresy
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| Look at these things that they’ve tried to do to me
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| Every supple opinion counts
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| Roll her over when you’re done
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| Son, don’t let them see when you reach for the gun
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| Turning backs on father time
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| A problem with consistent faith
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| Never to count for your prayers
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| Attributed to these backward ways
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| A desire that has lost the edge
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| The solution to the end of our kind
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| Painted into that corner of the mind
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| Smoking gun theory put to the test
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| Prophecies that will seal this final guess
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| The only battle faced is accepting fate
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| Nevertheless a final trait
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| Only hoping to have been on the winning end of the wishbone again
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| Disgruntled attitudes adored
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| Affliction of the victim clause
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| Never listen to your own advice
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| Back to those days of negligence
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| Time to clear the shame from your face and call it a day
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| Wipe the blame from your lips and crawl back to your demeaning ways
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| An adult crusade against the ways they acted when they were young
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| Feeling sore from this lack of respect
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| As your soul is waged for a final bet
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| Will you take that plaque from earlier goals that you have achieved
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| And place it on the dashboard of that wrecked high school dream?
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| Empty-handed in the peak of deception
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| Hating the exact things we do ourselves
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| Cited for these words of the last regard
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| The depraved have let their ideas out again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Superstition Aimed at One's Skull , by - Soilent Green. Song from the album Inevitable Collapse in the Presence of Conviction, in the genre