You put yourself onto the cross
And built your wounds to cover spite
So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight
Cause we're all paying heavy costs
So leave your speeches with your soapbox
We might be patient but we're still lost
Spitting blood and bleeding all of us
Just look what you've become
Will you answer now to the found and to the hopeless
And if I could leave this place a memory locked up with my darkest secrets
I'd be alright it's what we need but especially me
So cover sins with rhythms beating tell the ones who once retreated
We killed the beast we're all home free
If home is where they wanna be
Count this emotion as a scar
Just a healed but dark reminder
A long and steady marker of the holes you dug in me
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