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Bite the hand because the hand it feeds |
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And the way it feeds, it chains me to my knees |
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Like roots to the ground, and dead in the cold hard graves |
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So won’t you drop your hammers on them all |
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As the skies above, they yearn to fall |
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Into the roots in the ground and dead in the cold hard graves |
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Just know it rears its ugly head in time |
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The beast that swallows all your lights and sounds |
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Pulls roots from the ground, and dead from the cold hard graves |
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And then it sweeps the land in every shade of black |
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Crooked teeth gnashing on dreams you had |
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Like roots in the ground, and dead from the cold hard graves. |
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But maybe it’s meant to save us all |
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In this age of heroes |
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Maybe it’s meant to save us all |
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From an age of heroes. |
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You never looked, you didn’t mind |
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It’s the price you pay for wool over your eyes |
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Like roots in the ground and dead in the cold hard graves |
