| You stand so tall, so high on your throne
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| You’re not so gracious anymore
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| We bring you praise, and speak of your name
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| Yet, you don’t know us anymore
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| You thought yourself to be more than a man
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| You’re just a fucking open sore
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| A festering mass of lies and deceit
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| And we believed every word
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| You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted
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| I don’t believe a fucking word
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| The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted
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| You stand to fall, prepare for the worst
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| You’re no one’s God anymore
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| We brought you praise and spoke of your name
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| No one will remember your face
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| You’re not the man that I thought you were
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| You are a coward in disguise
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| You made the bed of nails that you lie in
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| And you will surely die alone
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| And we believed every word
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| You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted
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| I don’t believe a fucking word
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| The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted
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| What a mistake to place gold in the hands of a beggar
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| If only you could see yourself
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| Just pull the fucking trigger
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| You dug the fucking grave that you lie in
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| Now you will surely die alone
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| You will die alone
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| Give me one reason not to rip out your throat
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| You live in horror
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| Oblivious to the world around you
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| Destined to become the empty shell of a man |