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This is a ploy of cold, crass, sheep. To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means And I was just wandering what you thought it'd bring Hey, there's a poison in your skin, I see it quietly seeping out of it But hey there's a poison in your skin, I see it coming, saw it coming, it's coming out out. And I am the fortunate one This, an attempt at feeding primal needs, Has waken all the demons that reside inside of me And I was just starting to get some sleep And you still say that I am the fortunate one Well I could wash my hands to pretend they're clean, Or I could purge my lips of spineless speech, But the consequence of knowledge is an eager tongue [x3] Don't you leave, I wasn't finished. This isn't over. I will be heard! I will be heard! Every last word will have its turn Mine may be the words unwisely sewn, To cultivate the path that I have chose Mine may be the words you'll never know But lay me in the dirt and I will grow Are you listening? Cause my breath grows null Tired quips begin to wither Who can reason with time? Lay me in the dirt and I will grow... |