Songtexte
All
the
creative
ways
I
submit
to
shame
The
fear
of
god,
the
need
for
blame
A
man
I
know
by
many
names
But
most
of
all,
my
own
A
victim
to
some
circumstance
A
predetermined
crime
of
chance
Sympathy
for
Cain
exists
In
crowded
wombs
and
jawbones
You
can't
take
me
anywhere
But
if
you're
staring
down
the
face
we
share
When
I
cast
you
out,
you'll
find
me
there
Your
son
of
man
with
holes
in
hands
That
he
won't
let
you
hold
Or
do
you
only
see
your
own?
I
starve
to
feed
the
parts
of
me
Far
from
who
I
oughta
be
Tell
me,
are
you
proud
of
me
yet?
(Are
you
proud
of
me
yet?)
Rotten
to
the
heart
of
me
Won
the
devil's
lottery
Haven't
got
it
out
of
me
yet
(Are
you
proud
of
me
yet?)
Hand-me-down
martyrdom
Scorch
the
earth,
of
which
it's
from
Follow
where
the
river
runs
By
never
passing
through
it
Hand-me-down
martyrdom
Scorch
the
earth,
of
which
it's
from
Follow
where
the
river
runs
By
never
passing
through
it
Hand-me-down
martyrdom
Scorch
the
earth,
of
which
it's
from
Follow
where
the
river
runs
By
never
passing
through
it
1 ICARIAN
2 JADED
3 LAZARUS
4 OUROBOROS
5 GOLIATH
6 GROWING PAINS
7 CROCODILE TEARS
8 PARABLES
9 SHAME / ROTTEN
10 SALT
11 denial
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