Cut out your tongue.
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For every lie that's escaped from it.
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Every word you've ever spoke,
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Has been proven meaningless.
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Cut out your tongue.
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You've cried so much about revenge,
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Who will buy your deceptions now.
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Next time you shed a tear.
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You will think of us again.
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What the water can't cleanse,
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it burns holes in your soul.
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We'll find pieces of your face, all over the interstate.
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Thanks for all the empty memories,
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Now there nothing sort of lies.
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Your five minutes sermons,
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Pulled the wool over our eyes.
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You've cried so much about revenge.
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Who will buy your deceptions now.
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The next time you shed a tear.
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You will think of us one again.
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What the water can't cleanse, burns your soul.
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The Look, The Games, The Lies
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| Until The End |