polyphonic

playing god with everything you do
such a shame to waste a life like this
playing god, everything you...

blessed are those who look away
we've been betrayed, we've been betrayed
truth is a poem, a blind mans dream
a song that no one f*#king plays
inherit the path of the wicked
it's meant to hold you down

you're living in a blind mans dream
rowing your boat upstream
and you don't even know it
you're dying so unclean
rolling in plastic, demeaning
I can't pretend anymore
I'm drawing my lines and keeping a score
you're dying so unclean
you're living in a blind mans dream
rowing your boat upstream
and you don't even know it
you're dying so unclean

pull away the string
open your eyes see reality
sick inside
sick while you slither so casually
don't mind
obviously you're all dead inside

I'll play god
break my trust and I'll bury you
I'll play god
dropping out wasting lives like you always do

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How quickly I forget that this is meaningless.