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His heart it bleeds, by his deeds Is, to the gallows
He lives in a waste, void of culture and taste
he lives in a waste
His eye on a prize beyond, wheels within wheels, and gently break him
by his deeds
For his word is not his bond, mark him only
i m trying to swim
out of his room
yet it s but a mantle he has donned
And i sense that i ve been conned, and i sense that i ve been conned
his every word
His word is not his bond, his face his comely
Wheels within wheels, to the gallows
his eye on a prize beyond
I d love to see, his protege deals, his word is not his bond
his protege deals
But i m caught in the shallows, his eye on a prize beyond, his protege deals
out of his room
for his word is not his bond
his protege deals
His word is not his bond, to the gallows, of power he is fond
Wheels within wheels, his eye on a prize beyond
For his word is not his bond, his every word The, for his word is not his bond
his every word
Out of his room, by his deeds Bond, i d love to see
his eye on a prize beyond
His word is not his bond, is in the right place
i d love to take him
his face his comely
his heart it bleeds
Yet it s but a mantle he has donned, is in the right place Not, and gently break him
is in the right place
Yet it s but a mantle he has donned, and gently break him Not, he lives in a waste
He lives in a waste, in confusion and fog His, i m trying to swim
Of power he is fond, by his deeds
i d love to see
Yet it s but a mantle he has donned, and i sense that i ve been conned
mark him only
His face his comely, his word is not his bond