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You & I
Yeaaaaah.
I know who you are.
Hiding inside my brain.
But you ain't me.
I grasp my throat.
So you can't breath.
I close my eyes.
So that you won't see.
What's becoming.
Yes of me.
Yeaaaaah.
I know your my conscience.
Twisting on my heart.
Hoping it'll bleed.
I'll tear you out.
To weaken sympathy.
I won't go on living.
While you run a spree.
Your becoming.
Like my disease.
I sacrifice.
It all for you.
But know.
It's time for me.
Shut up.
Don't speak.
Be quite.
I know what's best.
For you and me.
So we can fly in heaven.
Or burn to death in hell.
Cuz it's always been.
You and I by ourselves.
Yeaaaaah.
I know your fighting back.
Trying to take over.
Not you but me.
I'm getting stronger.
Fighting your contingencies.
But one glance at you.
I see only me.
It's becoming clear.
It's hypocrisy.
Yeaaaaah.
I know exactly who I am.
I live by your morals.
But not perfectly.
Together we took a life.
In the 2nd degree.
But what became.
Had to be.
Yeaaaaah.
I know you won't just die.
I won't waste my time.
To speak a plea.
So I'll make a deal.
A promissory creed.
You be quite.
So I can do our deed.
And our becoming.
Will be living free.
So we can fly in heaven.
Or burn to death in hell.
Cuz it's always been.
You and I by ourselves.
I know who you are.
Hiding inside my brain.
But you ain't me.
I grasp my throat.
So you can't breath.
I close my eyes.
So that you won't see.
What's becoming.
Yes of me.
Yeaaaaah.
I know your my conscience.
Twisting on my heart.
Hoping it'll bleed.
I'll tear you out.
To weaken sympathy.
I won't go on living.
While you run a spree.
Your becoming.
Like my disease.
I sacrifice.
It all for you.
But know.
It's time for me.
Shut up.
Don't speak.
Be quite.
I know what's best.
For you and me.
So we can fly in heaven.
Or burn to death in hell.
Cuz it's always been.
You and I by ourselves.
Yeaaaaah.
I know your fighting back.
Trying to take over.
Not you but me.
I'm getting stronger.
Fighting your contingencies.
But one glance at you.
I see only me.
It's becoming clear.
It's hypocrisy.
Yeaaaaah.
I know exactly who I am.
I live by your morals.
But not perfectly.
Together we took a life.
In the 2nd degree.
But what became.
Had to be.
Yeaaaaah.
I know you won't just die.
I won't waste my time.
To speak a plea.
So I'll make a deal.
A promissory creed.
You be quite.
So I can do our deed.
And our becoming.
Will be living free.
So we can fly in heaven.
Or burn to death in hell.
Cuz it's always been.
You and I by ourselves.
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