Behold The Messenger - Past & Present | Текст песни

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• Behold The Messenger
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You don’t see who I am, you see who I was.

Realizing, I’ve been doing the same for you.

If we are defined by what we do,

then why am I being constantly judged on what I’ve done.

We grow and change.

We stand for different things.

Isn’t that what learning’s about?

My comprehension of this entity grows rapidly.

Must I be tested daily to show how much I’ve gained?

Why the fuck am I constantly tested.

I stand, I fall, I stand again.

I dust off, but these scars on my hands

and these smudges on my clothes

will keep evident of the consequences.

I know you can see the red past on my hands

Can you see what these hands built since then?

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