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| Lyrics Submitted By: Sich Bastid |
| Frozen moments in time, |
| Stopped hourglass, |
| They predicate, what you will know, |
| Dispositions lie within, |
| And so do we, |
| Don't want to run |
| Don't want to hide, |
| Renounce the prayers for inspiration, |
| If you dictate what I will be |
| Then smash my face upon the concrete I'm weary, |
| I feel the stares piercing, |
| So sorry to soil your precious eyes, |
| Reflections spoon-feed you, |
| The bitterness and disgust that is me, |
| If you choose to reach out to lend to me, |
| I'll chew off your hand |
| I'm not beggin' for your fuckin' change |
| I'm not beggin' for your fuckin' change |
| I'm in touch with myself, |
| All alone within myself, |
| All one. Alone |
| Do what you will make it the whole of your law, |
| Burn down the faith that shadows life |
| And take a deeper look inside of what makes you |
| Pull down the shades internal light can be blinding |
| Brilliance |
| I'm not begging for your fuckin' change |
| I'm just begging for your change |
| Complacence quenched of me |
| Lineage is ending |
| I am that, once was me, rising upward, guts wrenchin |
| Sculpted cold, blistering, break the mold, sever me |
| Cut your throat, be the martyr, bitter pills, that we swallow, |
| Take me, chase me, swallow with me |
| Know, now, know, now |
| Inside of truth, coming to, close to me, ground consume and embraces me |
| Now forever |
| Born again, |
| I'm repositioning |
| Self inside to self non-dimensional, |
| Lost to being, |
| I've recognized the cause, |
| Existence to come, alive now forever |
| I am once was |
| ... that is me |
| I am once was, |
| that is me |
| I'm broken altered vacillating force, |
| round square corners circles dance around we figures, |
| Prisoner of time I'm no more, |
| Insight will guide us through the majesty of nothing, |
| It's like I'm touched with love by angel girl, |
| Let bastards rot in time for all their evil, |
| Let bastards rot in time for all their evil, |
| Let bastards rot in time |
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