The tightope I walk everyday you choose your own path
crushing the serpent with his hell release false christ first
Work hard everyday working for what's right you want to
Invalid steps bring you closer to what a single lost
The battle rages on at war with myself and with
Lies pour from your tongue like a fountain of death
If I gotta stand here alone I will I want
its a state of emergency who will you call on
If i slip an inch they take a mile they
Twisted purity bent for our desires from the tongue to
Your selfish mission builds walls i am set to destroy
so send i you by grace made strong to triumph
I've seen it rise I've seen it fall it comes
Declare communicate I must admit that my life is better
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