Wrought: Ironsmile - Paper, Rock, Scissors | Текст песни

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• Wrought: Ironsmile
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Arms stretched out, embracing existance
waiting for my salvation.
Always the cause
but did you ever pause and criticize you own convictions?
Tunnelvision flaws.
Do you expect a mote of compassion for antagonism?
This is just a crutch for my reality (where are you going?)
this justice... in the keys of history
this is just a puzzle piece
nestled in the jig-saw of higher fallacy.
I've met not one atheist who saw himself close to god
but you spout righteous words like a messenger
split the sea and lead the lambs from the clutches of Roman men.

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