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Lyrics
Immune to an inner sight Your face is not your own Patience what they have teached you To keep you complacent This way you will be under the hand that feeds you Coward Your name a shame Your fingers crossed The blame is placed. Precious nothing Ideals We mistake for beauty The bearer of principles without value stands exalted and adored The tongue speak words it cannot accept as truth Bleach your sight and now rest.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:44
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 110 BPM