In Selfishness I am the king of abandon.
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While your still standing on the horizon.
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Waiting with patience for my return,
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Tears soak your robe for the lessons I must learn.
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Take the money and run, Take the money and run.
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Blindness from the warmth of the dawn,
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Brittle bone are crushed to dust.
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Suffocated and lulled to sleep
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With loneliness I'm left to weep
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they took it all as I gave it away
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living inside their mistakes
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I'd Rather be a slave in your house,
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no longer fit to be called your son.
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Bedridden with sickness,
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confined in worlds of weakness.
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Immobilized by disease,
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Withered from starving with nothing to eat.
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Depression the rope I'm hanging,
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torn out insides, wounds still bleeding.
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tumors burst fourth from within,
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I'm the leper with burning skin.
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As the world tears my flesh away,
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Strength has failed me. (WEAK AND DYING).
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False sense of security,
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They all turned against me. (CURSED ARE THESE DAYS).
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Drank my fill of insurrection,
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scour the land from my distractions. (DEBAUCHERY)
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Blindfolds and nothing more,
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Plagues and famines were my reward.
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Father how can you love the disobedient son who turned his face from you.
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All his possessions were squandered away, while I was here working like a slave.
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I never left your side, the warmth of your embrace.
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How can you forget my diligence? And your heart I will always chase.
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Son I'll never forget your loyalty, everything I have is yours,
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But your brother has returned from the dead.
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Say goodbye to jealousy's hatred. (x2)
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Forgiven son rest here with me now and forever
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The King Of Abandon
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Thyne Scabbard |