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Just like the crab struck with legs in the air
And just like the worm that’s been caught in the sun
The way is clear but you won’t brave the stair
Pull the wool over your eyes satisfied
There was nothing that you could have done

There but for the grace of God I would lie
And there for the likes of you I would die

This is a story that’s not mine to tell
Passed on by one too bitter to speak
A shriveled spirit in a self-made hell
Tears distort vision where hope will not seek

Greed made you turn on your closest friend
Rejected love for a trinket of gold
Who knew that reason could so easily rend
To unseen forces your soul was sold

Just like brittle bones you’ve got a brittle soul
Psychoporosis, you need to make you whole

How can I help you? You won’t help yourself
Expect to receive but you’re not willing to give
They seek your death, still why you can’t tell
Examine yourself, would you let you live?

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