You put yourself onto the cross
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And built your wounds to cover spite
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So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight
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Cause we're all paying heavy costs
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So leave your speeches with your soapbox
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We might be patient but we're still lost
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Spitting blood and bleeding all of us
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Just look what you've become
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Will you answer now to the found and to the hopeless
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And if I could leave this place a memory locked up with my darkest secrets
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I'd be alright it's what we need but especially me
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So cover sins with rhythms beating tell the ones who once retreated
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We killed the beast we're all home free
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If home is where they wanna be
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Count this emotion as a scar
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Just a healed but dark reminder
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A long and steady marker of the holes you dug in me
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Kill The Beast
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