| ll be the messenger when you want to hide
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| hello death, I see that fly on the wall playing
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| dead, they sleep upon the living in this world
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| and we pretend that they deserve to really hear our
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| words, a pusher in the night sparks a flame
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| in time, but we punish them for their innocent blind crime,
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| a dictator raises to proclaim it’s place upon the mess that we all have made
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| lonely eyes in the cold black winter
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| metal spines, hearts of glass, shattered lives
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| an epidemic, watch us all go crazy
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| identify the rotten core in my minds
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| I’ll be the Lucifer to your glorified web
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| that you tangle around your perfect life
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| oh well, am I so negative for seeing all
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| your holy lies? |
| when you dream about Jesus
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| Christ in your bed tonight, and you can try
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| to drown out all my words, and I will let you
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| look like the fool you are, who knew?
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| I would kneel upon the alter just like you,
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| but do you feel the same when I say I forgive you?
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| lonely eyes in the cold black winter
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| metal spines, hearts of glass, shattered lives
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| an epidemic, watch us all go crazy
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| identify the rotten core in my minds
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| the world keeps fading faster…
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| Copyright 2011 Third Realm/Nathan Reiner |