Take your schemes and your idle screams
To an audience
Are we going to die? I think so.
Going nowhere fast,
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A virtuous mind dreams what a wicked man does
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Cursed by everyone I have known
Lost control, now I'm alone
I
I know I'll never be good enough
And I don't care
Every one of us is lost against ourselves,
And pushing through
Villainy has many forms, but none as vile as virtue
Holding on to the past, while the future slips you