I sit in empty rooms and try to empty heaven Ive got no insurance on this body Ive been given I dont even take care of it because its only rented I never pay respects and now Im running low on credits Im blacking out the camera lens and moving undetected Cause thats the only method I can move without rejection I settle for less, because its easier than stressing Its way to much work to try to figure out the message I dont want no one looking on me, they try to check my progress And I can feel the eyes upon me when I sit in silence Its hard to focus when Im object of surveillance Fake like theres a difference between angels and satan And neither of them welcome the gazes from the black I miss the prophecy I had before I was aware of one in fact I want to retrack the time lapse And bring back the time that I felt like I might find That I was all alone And if you ask me what I needed It wouldnt be repeated I guarantee theres freedom to be gladly defeated If you ask me what Id do if it would further my odds Id say the perfect crime would have been to murder my god And if you asked me what I wanted Id tell you Ive been haunted And bothered by the concept getting something accomplished If you asked me what Id do if it would further my odds Id say the perfect crime would have been to murder my god At a young age, Im taught to fear what I dont know But I dont know a lot so guess Ill hide away Oh, figured out a secret if you wait til tomorrow You wasted time that you couldve spent dying today Its finding a way I light both ends and now its burning up I cup a candle light youd be surprised what facts turns up Theyve been disguised found in the most unlikely of places Now theyre being unveiled by most unsightly of faces I know the standards, I know my limitations Im sick of keeping up with all the other expectations Its best to bet your patience Everybody needs an excuse to make mistakes And everybodys looking for a promise to break If we could keep a secret, and we could just be honest We wouldnt need nobody looking on us I like to turn out the lights and listen to my breath And act like Im the only one left And if you ask me what I needed It wouldnt be repeated I guarantee theres freedom to be gladly defeated If you asked me what Id do if it would further my odds Id say the perfect crime would have been to murder my god And if you ask me what I wanted Id tell you Ive been haunted And bothered by the concept getting something accomplished If you asked me what Id do if it would further my odds Id say the perfect crime would have been to murder my god
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