These are the darkest of times
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Where acceptance and love are cast aside for Bitter judgement
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By broken spirits vomiting curses
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To raise one self to greater heights
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Relish in the mockeries that you've cast to your brother
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And gauge the cost of your respect
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By the weight of a black heart
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This selfishness will lay you in your casket.
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Scourge my back with your forked tongue
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But the venom will only reach the surface
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I won't be ruined by your hatred,
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Love accomplishes so much more
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With every gash I gain I'll know your suffering
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With broken thoughts And dagger eyes
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What do you gain? When judging others by their struggles, only bringing more shame
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What do you gain? As deny the truth and cast down the hopeless ones
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What do you gain? When you butcher flesh that's been tortured and beaten
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What do you gain? Tell me what do you gain
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When all you'll gain is a hardened heart, all you'll gain is a blackened heart
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These are the darkest of times
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Where acceptance and love are cast aside for
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Bitter judgement by broken spirits vomiting curses
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To raise one self to greater heights
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Clinch harder on the trigger
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You're so quick to shed obscenities
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Your throat is the open grave
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Exposing your many casualties.
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Fuelled by animosity, will your deeds get any better? NO
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How much longer will you bring me down?
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Until you lift me up?
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But you'll only lift me up so I'll reach the noose
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Sawing My Head Off
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Blessed By A Broken Heart |