I'll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag.
While you've convinced yourself of your existence,
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to...
If I said you were the source,
I only lied to displace myself from the blame.
If I said you were the source,
I only lied to displace myself from the blame.
You have nothing to be proud of.
You have nothing to be proud of.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to...
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way
I didn't feel the hate like this.
I didn't feel the hate like this.
I didn't feel the hate like this.
We walk in amazement to the kill,
We walk in amazement to the kill,
We walk in amazement to the kill
We walk in amazement to the kill
We walk in amazement to the kill
As we are inert in our exalting awe.
I'm not the jury or the judge.
I am the gallows and the noose.
I'll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag,
While you've convinced yourself of your existence,
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