started off as little, but look,
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how it's grown...
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you were so carefree in your sin
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now you reap the seeds you've sown
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you thought you had control
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but who's controlling who?
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your life is like a vice
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closing in on you
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bottles then the needles
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as you watch your loved ones die
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you're slowly sliding down a pit
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screaming as you slide...
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you lie awake, at night it's damp
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it's cold
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you're looking back at the
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seeds you've sown
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it's hard to sleep when there's
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fire in your head
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what can you do?
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when your life is hanging
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by a thread
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nightmares leave you screaming
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so real, but who can tell?
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nausea, the sickened state
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your life's a living hell
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swimming in your vomit
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it's the same thing everyday
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your life is just a cancer
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that slowly eats away
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lying on the floor
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with your head between
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your knees, realization hits
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with crushing force
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your world can't fill your needs
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on that floor Christ appears
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saying simply: "come to me"
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| The Crucified |
