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Idle Hands
02:07
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There is no truth,
Just words without proof.
There is no truth,
Just lies without proof.
And what a horrible tale I'll have to tell my son.
Of the lives we ruined.
Of the things we've done.
This winter's almost over,
The weather starts to warm.
And as the sky is burning
We refuse to change our form.
We await this rising storm!
We'll sit here not thinking,
Waiting for the daybreak.
We'll sit here, not speaking,
Waiting for the day to break.
There is no truth, Just words without proof.
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You blame the victim
We both know who's at fault.
It's scum like you
Who make this place unbearable.
You say she asked for this
But you're the one who clenched your fist.
This was because of you
How could you do such a thing.
Creature!
Disgust!
You blame the victim
We both know who's at fault.
It's scum like you,
Make this place unbearable.
How could you?
Someone so pure.
Creature!
Disgust!
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