I don't know the circumstancesAll I've heard is what I
He's freed me once again>From the mess I got myself
Up front I say nothing is owed to meAnd there's
It's hard to admit I'm wrong sometimesBut even harder to
Put them in the jarsStomach will not turnWaste raw factory
Heat risingIsolationIn midstOf sacred fightQuiet jihadSlips so fastNo easyTo be
Two thousand years of oppressionIs the view that's held todayHe's
I don't believe in you anymore or the things you
Endless parade of gross perversionsLike pins pushed into my brainHowever
There's going to be no more boredom I'm going to
(Instrumental)
Two thousand years of oppression
Is the view that's held today
He's
Everybody wants to makeFriends in the skiesTrying to ascend toPlanes
So easy to forget, honestly
So easy to forget this was
So easy to forget, honestlySo easy to forget this was
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