| I will sew shut the lips of the liars mouth
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| And silence who fails to see
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| A clean hit to the head of the ignorant whore
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| As a sign of how much you mean
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| If it’s so easy how come you struggle still
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| To gain some attention?
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| All your words so dated and pathetic
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| Feeding still from the plate of jealousy
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| Oh how you wish to climb up to my level
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| And spark some sorely needed light
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| Into a life so drained of everything you want
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| And ridden with prejustice
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| You never could face your own incompetence
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| You try to choke your envy as I watch
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| I embrace the silence as your words die out
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| Now that you’re hanging gasping
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| From the rope of guilt
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| Silence the one
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| You are the one
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| Who sorely needed the light
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| I will sew shut the lips of the liars mouth
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| And silence who fails to see
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| A clean hit to the head of the ignorant whore
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| As a sign of how much you mean
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| If it’s so easy how come you struggle still
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| To gain some attention?
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| All your words so dated and pathetic
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| Feeding still from the plate of jealousy |