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He controls the masses running his hands through soil filtering out the weeds
This crooked cross pushing towards the mouths that he must feed
Belie
Belie on his belly crawling through the aftermath
So sweet to see the smearing of the innocent
And you believe
Swinging on a pendulum and keeping perfect time
Evolving in unnatural ways
Disregarding forces that are keeping you alive
Swinging
Belie on his belly
Crawling through the aftermath
So sweet to see the smearing of the innocent
And you believe
The hand that tips your pendulum that keeps your perfect time
Was always your worst enemy
Disregarding forces that are keeping you alive
Swinging
Belie on his belly
Lying right next to me
I'm too withered to cry
Whispers telling me to die are getting clearer
I've found the rust from your crown has been making me go blind
Am I still swinging?
Get off the ride |
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