deep inside I've been force-fed liesand only lead astrayI've been
I know no pain inside my shrinethe world grows cold
you've stumbled in now fortifiednow taste the hate where worlds
intro: I am the dead man walkingI am the dead
lay out the spade in a nation of hatewhere the
deeper within the sorrow growsburied in me are the seeds
one on one you face the truth that might be
so stop pretending... that you know who I am and
I was the one that you laid out on the
tear me open and look insidesee the thing I've becomewatch
push back at the world around meI've been the slave
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