Single out the dying Make more room for
nothing Make it so that there is nowhere left
to go You can't buy your soul back You
won't own it ever You're just renting it until
it rips you apart
There's a place where
they go and they lie for the sic and the lame
where they can't touch me When they die
underneath all the lies and deceit We will
cover our tracks and you won't find
nothing
Trying to put your finger on
it Point your finger at it Cut your
finger
Keep your eyes out of focus Keep
your mind out of synch Keep your eyes out of
focus And watch it disappear
One will
come a day when old wounds open You let it
happen The sickness has spread too
far Don't let it happen Your so called
compassion is long gone We see right through
you
Trying to put your finger on
it Point your finger at it Cut your
finger
There's a place in my mind where I
go It protects me from love so it can't kill
me So I lie to myself uninflected with
guilt Here I am - There you are Can you see
the difference?
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