| End me like a sick dog. |
| Lose my body in vain
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| Break my horse’s legs. |
| Store me in a vase
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| I’ll fight my way out by teeth
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| Wave the stampede on with a flag
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| While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence
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| As the only form of life
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| Bestowed beneath the gift of grace
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| If I fire it straight through you
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| My only hope is that it finds its way back to him
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| If I said you were the source
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| I only lied to displace myself from the blame
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| You have nothing to be proud of
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| If I fire it straight through you
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| My only hope is that it finds its way back to him
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| I didn’t feel the hate like this
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| I can’t find the words, I can’t let it go
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| Oh God, I didn’t feel the hate like this
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| We walk in amazement to the kill
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| Caught in it’s glory
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| We walk in amazement to the kill
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| As we are inert in our exalting awe
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| I’m not the jury or the judge
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| I am the gallows and the noose
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| I’ll fight my way out by teeth
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| Wave the stampede on with a flag
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| While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence
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| As the only form of life |