Your thoughts attack You made your bed You moved your king, now rest your head The cutting edge Or so you think Your thoughts are ancient, your ways extinct What do you want What do you need Just stay away and leave me be Stand by your choice I stand by mine You chose the ground I chose the sky The choice to break No choice at all Stung by your venom, chained to walls Black clouds above The sun is grey Bad luck surrounds us just like prey What do you want What do you need Just stay away and leave me be Stand by your choice I stand by mine You chose the ground I chose the sky Now go and roust your little group and go convince them of your truth Theyll see your best No doubt, at first Until they see you at your worst
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