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  1. Useless

From the recording Metanoia

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Useless
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You did this

Your hideous tears have nothing to say

For scores of young minds you promise to flay

Beat me down into a pulp then look the other way

Is that your equity? (Liar. Hipocrite. Traitor.)

Now it’s my turn to play



You wonder why, but the answer is inside of you

They had to die. You pin the blame on another boy who

Couldn’t survive all your lies

All alone I know the misery hidden to your fallen eyes.

You did this



Fingers are pointing every which way

Except for the way that they never say

Afraid of a hunk of metal, but never afraid of the Devil that’s

In your skin. (Accuser. Destroyer. Deceiver.)

Corrupt the innocent



You wonder why, but the answer is inside of you

They had to die. You pin the blame on another boy who

Couldn’t survive all your lies

All alone I know the misery hidden to your fallen eyes.

You did this



Where is the mother? Where is the father?

Where is the neighbor? Where is the teacher?

You are the mother. You are the father.

You are the neighbor. You are the teacher.

Know what comes next.

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