Crucify Your Mind

Was it a huntsman or a player
 That made you pay the cost
 That now assumes relaxed positions
 And prostitutes your loss?
 Were you tortured by your own thirst
 In those pleasures that you seek
 That made you Tom the curious
 That makes you James the weak?
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 And you claim you got something going
 Something you call unique
 But I've seen your self-pity showing
 As the tears rolled down your cheeks
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 Soon you know I'll leave you
 And I'll never look behind
 'Cause I was born for the purpose
 That crucifies your mind
 So con-convince your mirror
 As you've always done before
 Giving substance to shadows
 Giving substance ever more
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 And you assume you got something to offer
 Secrets shiny and new
 But how much of you is repetition
 That you didn't whisper to him too?