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You cry over torments of the middle class 
Don’t know they get richer in their mass 
You don’t see the picture’s longitude 
Your scorn

it out of my veins, but you inherit it
I'm a scorn to my family. A weakling, embarrassment
Yeah I prayed they'd all go straight to hell. They proved

shine the clearest 
His cheeks like the red blood that's new dropped on snow 
He is neat, fair and slender, and his hands soft and tender 
He'll be my

the end be the pain that I long
Decapitate Guillotine 
Societies scorn
Your darkest thoughts 
You hide in me
Until the bitter end
Oh the lust resides in my

The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh

You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn

the mists it appears to come from beyond

Riding so silent
This motionless vessel
On drifting graveyard of lost souls
Damned by the sea

Now take a look

desperate ones 
Oh so undone, By your own hand

people scorn
I dont give 2 damn man I seen the fire pit
Thoughts in my brain traumatized by the shyt
Angel's on my side guiding me through the mist
I be

the devil's hands
Now the fire's in her breath scarlet vow
Taken by the girl who you cast out
You're not the only one with chants to sing
Or a prayer to bring

my hands  

Looking askance, some thought of his chant
A threat to the man whom Rineya romanced
My inner alarm! It was part of his plan
To send them

When the world is down, brother 
You're the scorn of destiny
cnd every light is out from the mountains to the sea 
Yet I see you there, so beautiful

who you can trust
Iron crown on one, the jester before
Wearing the bullseye and albatross; self-imposed scorn
It's a fool's errand as insanity burns

yesterday
No trouble lied ahead
But now it's a new day
I'm feelin' life's regrets
I stand by the roadside
Holding hands with cigarettes
With every offer from

You take me down
Blow by blow
I'm nothing, no one

How I beloved my crown of thorns

Begetter of my blood
Harbinger of my fear

An impressive cruelty

Hey young world, the world is yours/
Yours to pick up where we left off, a world of scorn//
The greed of the elites burn resources galore//
Earth

to the widows
Charity to the orphans 
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves 
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds

the revolution comes
The man, the woman will no longer be at war with each other
Scorn one another

No jealousy or bickering, finger pointing
Hating in

to feel the warm sun on our faces
Or, to hold the hand of someone that we care for
cnd, we start to think that this is what is normal
Can't hear

Scorn built by paralysis thinking with my phalous
Couldn't run couldn't speak that's being callous 
Havoc 
Flying to a show for my dreams it was

encouraged to consume
End all light on the darkness in this world
Light up society with fires in the night sky

Understand by our own hands
We drain the land

of shame is all around
A plague of anguish
Paralyzed breathing
I am mortified by my own loathing
This scorn and suffering that no one can fathom

I cannot

to stow away the sodden, fervor you have sent
Unbeknownst to a suture, presented by your hand
All the while for stumbling out, and looking again
Oh no

I

Crownless foe
Scar
Hands of war
Charted for
Destruction of faceless dreams
Torn
Never reborn,
Never the same again
Born
Screaming more
Breeding scorn
Fueled

We watch afar as our hope is slaughtered
And Judgment came to our earth aborted
Don't worry our lives are sorted out
By the power I hold now
A low