you look something beautiful, smeared it all with blood
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both hands out in front of you when push comes to shove
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proudly you cash in on those that you violate
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standing tall for everything that I've come to hate
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I want to see you fall... down.
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you will not succeed, you will drown, choked by your greed.
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hatred swells inside my head, blind and only seeing red.
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ludicrous, lost in thought, this anger inside is all I've got.
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unaware of what it costs, absent of love I'm already lost.
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I call the kettle black
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and black is my state
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what is wrong and right
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my bitter heart cultivates hate.
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so consumed by your intentions,
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my own blood becomes fermented,
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clutching my own will, and I've already killed.
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I call the kettle black
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and black is my state of mind
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what is wrong and right
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forgiveness is hard to find
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just beneath the gnashing teeth
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of pride and animosity
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I feel my heart still beating
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I hear myself still breathing
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there comes a time when we have to face
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the reflections of the world in our ways
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for all have sinned and fallen shy
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of the grace that's shown in both our lives.
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Congruent
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| Six Feet Deep |
