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I used to you
I can't stand the sight of your face
You helped to build
The that keep me in my place
The trust I gave no comforts
The trust I gave in you've broken
And all that you've etched in your stone
Will not me on my attention
You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr
Your neutral standpoint has me standing alone
I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of
I'm tired of fools like you my time
of my soul, you can't control (hands off my fucking soul)
And I hope your new friends will you just as well
For all the hard you've done to gain their acceptance
you

My hands are clean
But I still forgotten
hands will never wash clean
You will be (x3)