Riddance
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I'm sick, so sick of this complacency and the apathy of my heart
Im stuck with paralytic tendencies
This passivity has torn me apart
I am trying to find my way back home
But I've had a hard time with these dry and weary bones
I am a Pharisee by definition
Far too proud to admit when I am wrong
I am a plague to my own existence
I'm killing myself with this repetitious sin
I am a hypocrite!
Wash me clean I am so desperate to be free
Set me free
It's time I called you out
For all pain and death that you have caused
No more holding back
I've drawn my line I won't back down
This is the end of you
No longer a thorn in my side
This is the end of you
I'm taking back my life
Rid me of myself
Cycle endless cycle, when will my hands be clean when will I be set free
I've been asleep all these years with open eyes it's time I wake up
And separate myself from all this pain
You and I are not the same
Im sick of always feeling like I'm weak
God, set me free
So here we are, me myself and I but your voice is in my head
I've got nothing left to lose cause I'm already dead
God, put me to sleep. Put me to sleep, oh God. Put me to sleep. Put an end to my depravity.
And at the end of it all I look back on everything that have made me fall
Now there's only one thing left to say
This is my life... And this time I choose to walk away
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