Stick Figure Lyrics by Byzantine
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Welcome to the skin you wear again
The weeping wound you try to mend
Liar screaming hollow amens
Your conscience disappears
Each time you sin
New life is a possibility
No one is here to see you bow to me
Throw up your hands to the skies
And welcome the new lords

Of your demise
On your fear we feed
And this is the way we bleed

No love just hate my fist your face
The tears they pave my indoctrination
Your knees the pain it comes in waves
You can't be save because I am the way

Lie to my face not my back
I'm not a stick figure
Three-dimensional figure
On your fear we feed
And this is the way we bleed
Welcome to the skin you wear again   The weeping wound you try to mend   Liar screaming hollow amens   Your conscience disappears   Each time you sin   New life is a possibility   No one is here to see you bow to me   Throw up your hands to the skies   And welcome the new lords      Of your demise   On your fear we feed   And this is the way we bleed      No love just hate my fist your face   The tears they pave my indoctrination   Your knees the pain it comes in waves   You can't be save because I am the way      Lie to my face not my back   I'm not a stick figure   Three-dimensional figure   On your fear we feed   And this is the way we bleed