Why do you point your finger at me You see
When I let go of myself, it all starts to
No boundary lines set in place plenty of room to
Brought down by my selfishness Can't let go of my
Go ahead and find the exit the way out of
Fighting off the darkness seeping deep down into secret places
Gold rush of religion, give the people God Cry out
I have done wrong, I have done wrong Through the
I let go, take my heart Mold me I beg
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