You used to worship the ground that I walked on But now you would dance on my grave Selling emotions was something you'd do Cause you never got what you gave
The story you tell is of a personal hell But you've got your life up to date The poison you speak is so well rehearsed Your words are like arrows of hate
The Politics of Pain The Politics of Pain
I'm killing time and you're killing me I can't take it, I'm gonna break I've got a vision of you in my head and I don't want to talk about it
Walking a fine line, tension never ending You say you want something to believe If you're so sweet, how come your picture Is on the bitches wall of fame?
The Politics of Pain The Politics of Pain
I get the feeling that talking to you is like putting out fire with spit There's blood on my lip, but it's only from biting my tongue Live by the sword and die by the sword that's a promise I'll keep Yeah, and when it's all over, just listen to me - the pain has only begun
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