The path I set out on took a turn
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when the axis shifted
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This is not the life I envisioned
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What's done is done
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The crime is committed
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Now the beast has come home to roost
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He returns with blood on his hands
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Caught in the trap of meeting
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the laws of supply and reprimand
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My blood is boiling.
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I can't feel my own skin
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Though I can see it crawling
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Can't expose all these sins
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But I can see them falling down.
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There's no escape from building tension
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The pressure valve has been refitted
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A lost plot in constant revision
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A rising storm that's never abated
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You can't know enough 'til too much
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The envelope is decimated
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Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
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And my blood keeps boiling.
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This is a labour of hate.
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This is how I choose to survive
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The only way I know to exist
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The road is hard and the cost is high
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But I was built for this,
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My labor of hate.
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Visitation
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Lamb Of God |