Now the worry and wondering begins
Competitive art, but no one wins
Crucified for all to know our sins
One day I hope to tear you limb from limb

Just who are to declare my value?
When I already know I have failed
Just one more dream that you've spit up and chewed
Aspirations up for sale

Do you see, you've made an enemy?
By assuming that you've beaten me

Daydreaming of killing you all
A beautiful imagining that one day might come true

Confused and depressed, but it's for the best
Who am I to question your lies?
You're keeping an art-form suppressed and distressed
Yet it's you who gets to criticize

I don't want to be your enemy
I can't help I want to see your dead body

Although we're burning inside, we will survive
We'll bring you back to us, dead or alive
You need us like air in your lungs
Kneel before Twitching fucking Tongues

I share this blood for me, I share these words for you
This message sets you free to gain your purpose too

[Solo: T. Young]

[Solo: Martin]

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