| an image of humanity twisted and broken down
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| my pity quickly turns to hatred
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| as i watch them fall to their knees
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| controlled by a crutch
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| you’re broken — you’re broken down
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| i’ve seen you rise — i’ve seen you fall
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| won’t show remorse — it was your call
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| but still i can’t deny, i can’t deny it hurts
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| i remember how much it meant
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| i remember just what you said
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| there’s no excuse for your abuse
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| there’s no rhyme for the line you feed us about growing up, can’t hide this pride inside
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| as i watch them slowly die
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| your skin is tainted by your promises broken
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| how can you live with yourself
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| how can they live with themselves
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| how can you live with yourself
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| how can they live with themselves
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| your theories of moderation
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| a plan destined to fail
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| now hateful words and insulting stares
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| are used to justify their corruption |