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Tear drops of sorrow beating down upon my chest
For never knowing the true meaning of success
Genius and a rebel are the ways that you're perceived
But how can anyone be so utterly deceived
How could I have been so blind all this time?
Now that all the scales have fallen from my eye
How could I have been so blind?
Words full of knowledge, lacking wisdom were just lies
Actions representing the very things that you despise
Selfdeception fills you in the final hour
Holding back the wall of fear that threatens to devour
You tried to take me to an evil place
But I slipped right through your human hands
Lack of repentance was the reoccuring clue
History of contention points the finger back at you
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