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(By the blood)
(To the death)
(Friends)
(To the fall)
(To your death)
(Friends)
You ask about the scars on my palms
While lashing me at the wrist
And why do I stand with my arms outstretched?
Have I got a martyr complex?
Random thoughts on the edge of my sanity
Collecting metaphors from the tip of my tongue
For all your barbs that would leave me undone
(And as you hung there)
(Wallowing in your disillusionment)
Undone (Did you look upon your followers?)
(And with all their faith in you)
Undone (Did you doubt yourself? Did you doubt?)
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Being myself
Dance on the dawn on the mist between worlds
Crack in the mirror, shards of vision unfurled
From a wilted spirit, damaged soul
We're all damaged souls
(And when the muscles yielded to a dull ache)
(Your future yielded to your fate)
(Did the flies swarm around your flesh?)
(Holy flesh)
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Being myself
Bitter disillusion from the pure of intention
Fortresses erected and swords brandished
Defense for the pure of heart
Defense for the pure of heart
Defense for the pure of heart
Pure of heart
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Forgive me all my sins
I was just being myself
Being myself
I repent, I repent
I'll make friends with myself
Harder than you
Harder than, harder than
I'll make friends with myself
Friends (I'll make friends with myself)
(To the blood)
Friends
(To the death)
(Friends, friends)
Friends
(To the death, to the death, to the death)
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