| Now the worry and wondering begins
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| Competitive art, but no one wins
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| Crucified for all to know our sins
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| One day I hope to tear you limb from limb
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| Just who are to declare my value?
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| When I already know I have failed
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| Just one more dream that you’ve spit up and chewed
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| Aspirations up for sale
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| Do you see, you’ve made an enemy?
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| By assuming that you’ve beaten me
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| Daydreaming of killing you all
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| A beautiful imagining that one day might come true
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| Confused and depressed, but it’s for the best
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| Who am I to question your lies?
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| You’re keeping an art-form suppressed and distressed
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| Yet it’s you who gets to criticize
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| I don’t want to be your enemy
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| I can’t help I want to see your dead body
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| Although we’re burning inside, we will survive
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| We’ll bring you back to us, dead or alive
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| You need us like air in your lungs
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| Kneel before Twitching fucking Tongues
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| I share this blood for me, I share these words for you
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| This message sets you free to gain your purpose too |