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Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness |
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Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh |
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Do you have eyes, can you see like mankind sees? |
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Why have you soured and curdled me? |
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Oh, you tireless watcher, what have |
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I done to you? |
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That you make everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true? |
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Once I was blessed, |
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I was awaited like the rain |
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Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame |
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Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company |
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But now the janitors of |
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Shadowland flick their brooms at me |
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Oh, you tireless watcher, what have |
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I done to you? |
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That you make everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true?(Man is the sire of sorrow) |
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I've lost all taste for life, |
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I'm all complaints |
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Tell me why do you starve the faithful, why do you crucify the saints? |
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And you let the wicked prosper, you let their children frisk like deer |
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And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near(We don't despise your chastening, God is correcting you) |
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Oh, and look who comes to counsel my deep distress |
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These pompous physicians, oh, what carelessness(Oh, all this ranting, all this wind, filling our ears with trash) |
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Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury |
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They come blaming and shaming and shattering me(Evil doer, his vain man wishes to seem wise, a man born of asses) |
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Oh, you tireless watcher, what have |
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I done to you? |
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That you make everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true?(We don't despise your chastening) |
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Already on a bed of sighs and screams |
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And still you torture me with visions, you give me terrifying dreams |
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Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave |
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I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades(Man is the sire of sorrow, sure as the sparks ascend) |
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Oh, where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? |
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Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?(Evil is sweet in your mouth hiding under your tongue) |
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Show your face(What a long fall from grace) |
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Help me understand, what is the reason for your heavy hand?(You stumble in the shadows, you have no name now) |
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Was it the sins of my youth, what have |
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I done to you? |
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That you make everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true?(Oh, your guilt must weigh so greatly) |
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Everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true(Man is the sire of sorrow) |
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Oh, you make everything |
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I dread and everything |
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I fear come true |
