| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| It wasn’t the fear of exemption
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| The thought of alone
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| It wasn’t releasing myself from all the skeletons
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| No. It wasn’t hard to believe in everything I was told
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| Until I grew up and had to make some sense on my own
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| And how could everything I say I’ve been through
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| Using words somehow satisfy me
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| Like making you feel bad for me cures
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| This disease, the hate, the fact that I can’t erase
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| Its like the oxygen I breathe is poisonous and hey
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| I’m not just another guy looking for answers in life
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| Like why a god why a hell, where do we go when we die
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| Cause honestly I don’t believe a revelation can spawn
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| These questioning demons to pack their bags and be gone
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| I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud
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| A depressing and condescending broken record too loud
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| But they’re my words and thoughts
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| And I choose to persevere
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| I refuse to give up
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| And let the future end here
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| How many scratches on the surface of fate
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| How many lies does it take to be complacent today
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| I’m not broken, but I have a scar or two
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| That lead me to change
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| The path the blood takes
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| From my heart to my brain
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| Its a shame how we can go from being practically sane
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| To find out that it was only cause we self medicate
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| It’s your life, you find solutions that can help you escape
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| And I’ll act like I believe you
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| And the lies we exchange
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| I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud
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| A depressing and condescending broken record too loud
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| But they’re my words and thoughts
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| And I choose to persevere
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| I refuse to give up
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| And let the future end here
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| Moving forward, living for tomorrow
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| When the day before
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| Delivered us with every reason why this is normal
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| Searching every room, every corner
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| Feeling like the days are shorter
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| How the hell can you tell me that pain is a disorder
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| I was there, I wasn’t dreaming, I didn’t create this feeling
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| How dare you look me in the eyes and
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| Tell me there’s a reason
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| For a mother not to see their children
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| Growing up to cure diseases only to be buried by one
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| Then tell them Jesus has his reasons
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| I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud
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| A depressing and condescending broken record too loud
|
| But they’re my words and thoughts
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| And I choose to persevere
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| I refuse to give up
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| And let the future end here
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo!
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| You took my Halo! |
| Lo! |
| Lo! |