You were built for blessing but you only make them bleed, but you don't care, you don't care.
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And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breathe but you don't care, you don't care.
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The light that's left inside their eyes is darkened day by day but you don't care, you don't care.
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The presence pulls the color from the world til all is grey
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but you don't care, you don't, you don't, you don't.
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You're less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands
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You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you'll understand.
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Your hands are made to comfort but they only conjure fear
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But you don't care, you don't care.
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She's in the closet praying Lord please get me out of here
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you don't care, you don't you don't you don't.
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You're less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands
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You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you'll understand.
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[x2]
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What mercy have they known, from you, from you.
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To ask that I be shown, to you, to you.
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[x2]
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Yellow Belly
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