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Reap what you sow |
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Do you believe yourself? |
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The lies you tell so well? |
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I hope you rot in hell |
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Yea! I'm gonna watch as you breakdown |
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From the shadows you strum on your web of influence |
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Consuming your victims from the inside |
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A spider to the end |
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You think you're innocent? |
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You think you're relevant? |
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You're such a hypocrite! |
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Yea! And now it's time for the payback! |
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Never forget who you are, stick to your guns |
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Reflections live through the night |
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Are you just a sucker buying time? |
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You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs |
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They welcome you out of spite |
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Much to your twisted delight |
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I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you |
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You have finally done it, you outsmarted the mirror |
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And believe the lies you told |
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Now you are complete, a jester and a fraud |
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When you smile at me I doubt you realize what I see |
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A shadow where once stood a fool |
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Reap what you sow |
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You think you're innocent? |
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You think you're relevant? |
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You're such a hypocrite! |
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Yea! And now it's time for the payback! |
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Never forget who you are, stick to your guns |
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Reflections live through the night |
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Are you just a sucker buying time? |
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You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs |
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They welcome you out of spite |
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Much to your twisted delight |
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I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you |
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In the end I will be the one standing and they'll be over you |
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Seems temptation finally found you |
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And now we'll watch you drown in your greed, in your lust |
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Swallow it down if it helps you sleep at night |
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Tell me more about the tour, hack! |
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About your crowds (&) how great they were! Go on! |
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Convince me that its real art, smile for the cameras |
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And assure me that you have a soul! |
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What have you become, trash?! |
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Such a damn disgrace, a waste! |
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They will scream that you're a charlatan |
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When you beg, "what have I done"?! |
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Never forget who you are, stick to your guns |
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Reflections live through the night |
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Are you just a sucker buying time? |
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You drink it down, the clover poisons your lungs |
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They welcome you out of spite |
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Much to your twisted delight |
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I guess that I will never know exactly what they see in you |
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In the end I will be the one standing and they'll be over you |
