I can't live if I excise the unholy
I wouldn't be whole
The good has to come with the bad
Opened myself to see what's inside
Does it matter that I've exposed the lies
Now I don't have any fear to spare
Can you see what's broken in me
I wish I could hide in your shadow
Applaud my insignifigance
I want to dissapear from your minds
The shade from your eyes swallows me
There's supposed to be a great physician
That can make me one again
With his words
When he takes me apart he'll see
That he's failed miserably
A birth the fates have opposed
A stain on glory's record
It can't be good for his statistics
We were all bred with the serpents trademark smile
We're just supposed to ignore it
© 2007 ANGELSLAYER
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