Channelled

Widow Sunday

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    When we finally come face to face
    Our true colors will be shown
    All fear, doubt and disgust will rear its demented face
    I won't pretend to be something I'm not
    But I won't back down from what I am

    Stand your ground and demand your truth
    Never submit to lies or abuse
    Use your hate to channel your vengeance
    And embrace the beast within

    I don t give a shit who you are
    Who you're fucking friends with
    Or how much you make
    I feel my pulse begin to rise
    Hoping that you'll let me rip that smile off your jaw

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    Breathe in
    Breathe in
    Breathe in
    Breathe out

    Right now it's not fear that drives me
    It s a focus unparalleled
    Now you better prove you ve got the nerve
    To look me in the eye and tell me what you said behind my back

    We don t give a fuck who you are
    Or what you think you deserve
    I hope all that bullshit will dry your eyes
    Rest your broken face and cry yourself to sleep

    Fist meets fist
    Teeth meet curb
    Fist meets fist
    Teeth meet curb
    How's the taste of concrete?
    How's the taste of concrete?

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