Song 4.tbt
(Indisponível)
I shed a tear
For every wrongful thought Ive had
I shed a tear
For every thought consuming me
My mind has become
The weapon, the weapon
My plea
This is a battle cry
I am the target, longing destruction
I am the target, longing corruption
I am the masses longing redemption
We are the murderers of our innocence
We are the massacre of our ignorance
And I find that when you
Look at yourself in the mirror
The image reflected
Tells only lies
And I find that when you
Look at yourself in the mirror
The image reflected
Is only a disguise
This sex, is complicated
This sin, it is overrated
These scars speak of horror
Still we feed the need
Deceiving ourselves with lust
Deceiving ourselves with greed
How do I find salvation when I cant neglect my sin
Could she know what she's truly done
Could my skin lie with the sins
How do I right the wrong
I have yet to speak a prayer
What do I tell these sheets
What do I tell her love
Dance on, dance on
The partners dying
Dance on, dance on
Like a marionette
And I find that when you
Look at yourself in the mirror
The image reflected
Tells only lies
And I find that when you
Look at yourself in the mirror
The image reflected
Is only a disguise
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