Withering - Penance | Текст песни

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I play with my ideas
Eyes torn with self command
Our right is to improve
Things they suck in their lungs

Wonder how you changed
Thoughts you once disguised
Beauty is the first pray
And death is your birthright

Crucified your heart
Tomorrow gave up all your crimes
Pride coloured up fondness
Wonder how they pick a stick

Inferior thoughts
Don't know which is a dream
Reproduced words
I forswear omens

Find those lies beneath
Under your dark smile
There's nothing left to believe
Covered up with sin
Pull yourself to dry land
Hide yourself with what they have

Expectations suck us down
They make us insecure
Stupidity means to be pride
Let me cover you with dir

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