Byzantine

Byzantine - Stick Figure lyrics

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Welcome to the skin you wear again 

The weeping wound you try to mend 

Liar screaming hollow amens 

Your conscience disappears 

Each time you sin 

New life is a possibility 

No one is here to see you bow to me 

Throw up your hands to the skies 

And welcome the new lords 



Of your demise 

On your fear we feed 

And this is the way we bleed 



No love just hate my fist your face 

The tears they pave my indoctrination 

Your knees the pain it comes in waves 

You can't be save because I am the way 



Lie to my face not my back 

I'm not a stick figure 

Three-dimensional figure 

On your fear we feed 

And this is the way we bleed
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Language: English

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