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The Sun, The Moon, The Truth: Penance Of Self

Stick To Your Guns


You’ve heard it all before
This time won’t be the same, you can trust me
But you know my fucking game
Say what I have to, to get what I need
Now the evil delivered swings back at me
Weak attempts at change
Carry me backward
Too little, too late
Now live with the hurt
For everything I have an excuse
But some things are not long hidden
The sun, the moon, the truth

Now I live with the hurt
Live with the hurt
This is what I deserve

Break me down, the only way I’ll learn
The guilt is overwhelming
Take me out, the pain of me returns
My sins fucking destroy me

I am forced to face the fire I create
And watch as it annihilates everything
Hold me back while I watch it burn
The price I pay, the suffering returns
Now the hands of fate are here to collect
Nothing here is safe until I reflect
I run from myself, no end in sight
Numb on the inside from living a lie

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