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Intro/Fix
00:51
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Record of Sin
01:22
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Immediate exit; shift in the weight
Foundations of misfiled trust
Piles of hurt rooted in flesh
Returning your hope to the dust
And so you tighten your grip and your lust for control
With your eyes so intent on demise
You were abandoned at youth? Yeah well I feel it, too
I just hope you’ve acquired your prize
Fight, swinging your blade
Tying your noose
Adding to the record of sin
Lies and ancient charades
Which do you choose?
Adding to the endless record of sin
You painted murals with a knife in my back
These scars just aren’t fading away
Where do you draw the line between abuse and attack?
At being led, or leading astray?
Fight, swinging your blade
Tying your noose
Adding to the record of sin
Lies and ancient charades
Which do you choose?
Adding to the record of sin; the endless record of sin
Four long years of steady abuse
Wounds reopened at the hands of you
Four more notches in the ugly record of sin
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Candy in the Mix
00:56
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Listen
I’m not coming back
Breaking my wrist just to get out of their trap
Offering pity despite my escape
Better than living locked up in a cage
Beating my brain with the hand of your intrusive thoughts
Feel the pressure rising as you pull me to the brink
Gripped with the aroma of the substance that you drink
It’s hard to call it poison when there’s candy in the mix
But that’s not what you care about when out to get your fix
Beating my brain with the hand of your intrusive thoughts
Beating the cage that’s surrounding my brain
Just keep beating the cage that’s surrounding my brain; let me live
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Costume
00:58
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Your falsehood is slipping; your costume revealed
Your thirst for approval is barely concealed
Poser. Fake. Scoundrel. Snake.
The beauty of iron applied to the skin:
It exposes the liar, and decimates tin
But listen, i don’t see the fuss
‘Cause I’m nothing like you
You know I never was
Don’t you think it’s kind of sad you care so much what people think?
Must be something added to that kool aid that you always drink
Exposing that you’ve always been a coward and a poser
So save your bullshit rhetoric, and don’t come any closer
Poser. Fake. Scoundrel. Snake.
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