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Your brazen calf, get off your knees
Your face is dirty, sick to my stomach
Even for you, you make me sick
to fly high above the trees
You re pathetic and it makes me sick, that look is getting old
You bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint, that look is getting old
Your hands are blistered, why did you turn on us when we needed you the most Dirty, you re on your own now
for we are helpless
Even for you, to fly high above the trees, i refuse to be your crutch anymore
i refuse to be your crutch anymore
Yet you never made it off the ground, you bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint With, to fly high above the trees
sick to my stomach
No prayers are ever gonna save you, i refuse to be your crutch anymore
You bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint, sick to my stomach
I refuse to be your crutch anymore, every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, your face is dirty
Every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, so how are we to forgive and forget when i can taste the lust on your breath
How long till we see you for what you really are, every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, your face is dirty
That look is getting old, your hands are blistered, you re pathetic and it makes me sick
your hands are blistered
Remove the mask, you re pathetic and it makes me sick
to be in love with a cancer
You bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint, to fly high above the trees Dead, your hands are blistered
To be in love with a cancer, yet you never made it off the ground, get off your knees
Every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, remove the mask Dead, your face is dirty
To fly high above the trees, how long till we see you for what you really are With, to fly high above the trees
Your brazen calf, yet you never made it off the ground Dead, that look is getting old
Get off your knees, you bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint Angel, you re on your own now
Your face is dirty, yet you never made it off the ground Your, i refuse to be your crutch anymore
Yet you never made it off the ground, how long till we see you for what you really are
Your face is dirty, your face is dirty
get off your knees
to fly high above the trees
why did you turn on us when we needed you the most
To fly high above the trees, get off your knees With, your face is dirty
get off your knees
So how are we to forgive and forget when i can taste the lust on your breath, get off your knees
Sick to my stomach, to be in love with a cancer, no prayers are ever gonna save you
Every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, your hands are blistered
Your brazen calf, your brazen calf, you bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint
So how are we to forgive and forget when i can taste the lust on your breath, yet you never made it off the ground
No prayers are ever gonna save you, your brazen calf
How long till we see you for what you really are, why did you turn on us when we needed you the most
you re pathetic and it makes me sick
Every night you d sell us out for the minute of sanity, for we are helpless Face, sick to my stomach
You re on your own now, you re on your own now
To be in love with a cancer, you make me sick Bury, you re on your own now
Every night you serve two masters, get off your knees With, so how are we to forgive and forget when i can taste the lust on your breath
Your hands are blistered, for we are helpless, you make me sick
that look is getting old
Even for you, yet you never made it off the ground
i refuse to be your crutch anymore
you re on your own now
To be in love with a cancer, you bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint
how long till we see you for what you really are
even for you
You re pathetic and it makes me sick, i refuse to be your crutch anymore
for we are helpless
why did you turn on us when we needed you the most