paroles de chanson
Hold
the
glass
to
your
face,
yeah
it's
long
overdue
You
think
you're
better
than
me,
because
I'm
different
from
you
You
are
the
patron
saint
of
all
victimhood
Curse
the
earth
because
you
can't
face
the
truth
Sharpen
the
guillotine
Polish
your
rousing
speech
Prey
on
the
lost
sheep
Indulge
sadistic
reveries
Plagues
External
agents
of
chaos
can
never
break
The
heart
that
knows
peace
We
split
the
atom,
count
the
stars
and
multiply
our
cells
Better
to
know
yourself
Better
to
face
what
lies
within
We
seek
a
savior,
someone
stronger
so
we
cry
for
help
Better
to
know
yourself
We'll
crawl
our
way
out
of
this
hell
Face
the
fear
that
keeps
us
here
Slow
to
speak,
we
learn
to
hear
Hang
from
the
tree
how
heavy
the
fruit
Are
you
a
son
of
the
blade,
or
are
you
born
into
truth?
God
in
the
air
where
death
is
soon
God
is
the
water
reflecting
you
We'll
crawl
our
way
out
of
this
hell
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