The loudest cry often has the most to hide
Beware the words of men, my son
Beware honest conviction
Benevolent men have crushed the world
With purest intention
Lost your way wandering boys
Inflated, twisted reason
I can feel the dark
Fester in my heart
I can feel the bitter decay
Wasting me away
The strongest voice often has the least idea
Behind the door we write the facts
Behind the eyes the secrets lie
Prey upon the mind and find what hides inside
It's enlightenment and spite
Becoming intermingled
I can feel the dark
Fester in my heart
I can feel the bitter decay
Wasting me away
And one day you'll see
Through the lies I left behind
And one day you'll see
It's especially true of me
I can feel the dark
Fester in my heart
I can feel the bitter decay
Wasting me away
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