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Falling Blind Borrowed Sorrow

?re running away In this land of oppression we?re searching for answers That is the reason we?re running away This world is a cesspool of borrowed sorrow

?re running away In this land of oppression we?re searching for answers That is the reason we?re running away This world is a cesspool of borrowed sorrow

Your destruction You decide Your misadventure Spit at my lies You don't have to fall down You don't want to fall You don't have to cry now You don't want

fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep

I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If I could be your servant) If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (I

could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant) If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If

Your destruction You decide Your misadventure Spit at my lies You don't have to fall down You don't want to fall You don't have to cry now You don't want

your scrotum You're 'bout to pay copyright for all the styles you have borrowed Recite these hymns while we just cry on your sorrow Gets blasted like

Through helices - veins, my senses are blind Now I am ready to fall and turn all down, I’m dispelling, dispelling, dispelling... I've got tremble in my breathing Of touching the sorrow