I pray that hand of yours gets cut right from your wrist,
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As you cast out your arm and turn down your thumb.
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It's so easy to pass out judgement when you take no fucking risks.
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Don't need the approval of someone who spits poison every time they speak.
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Venom rolls off your tongue, and between your teeth.
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But your words don't mean a thing. (They've never meant a thing to me)
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Cause you have never loved anything more than yourself.
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And there is nothing, I said nothing, nothing,
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So righteous, noble and good that your ego could not devour in a fucking
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Heartbeat.
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Hear the sound of your chest thump.
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I pray that hand of yours get hacked right off your wrist.
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Sliced through like a god damn hammer, hope the pain drops you to your
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Fucking knees cause if you can't stand then you can't stomp on these
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Dreams.
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I've seen your kind. You're all the same.
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So you can't stomp on these fucking dreams.
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