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MelodyJaneCrocker – The Ballad of Condescension

She paints her fingers with a fushia color,
They start to notice running trails of red
And take a moment to assess the sins they paid for

A tyrant ruler with a corporation,
Her words were swimming through their ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you'll pay for

In every dream,
You're gonna bleed,
She's gonna bring you to your knees
Your sins you confide
In hopes she'll believe

Woah, Condescension
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Condescension
She'll pay to see you frown

She senses something, call it desperation
She's got the power by her fearless ways,
And if you wanted to refute her words,
You would riot
But she'd leave no one left unsilenced.

In every dream,
You're gonna bleed,
She's gonna bring you to your knees
Your sins you confide
In hopes she'll believe

Woah, Condescension
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Condescension
She'll pay to see you frown

Condescension, wear me out
With perfection,
Condescension, wear me out

In every dream,
You're gonna bleed,
She's gonna bring you to your knees
Your sins you confide
In hopes she'll believe

Woah, Condescension
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Condescension
She'll pay to see you frown

In every dream,
You're gonna bleed,
She's gonna bring you to your knees
Your sins you confide
In hopes she'll believe

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you'll pay for.

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