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you bright sun you darkest dirt hardest paradox i ever learned you're tireless and i tire quick it's the easy death of reason within my chest you bright sun you darkest dirt hardest cryer i ever heard you cry out your orders you cry out your pain and every letter's followed like its sacrosanct i'm at the mercy of an idiot tyrant king i jump high! talk loud! and listen? i'm always listening! cause he built his throne from my bones and skin i love, i hate, i hate to live this way a dog, a slave, we do what our deity dictates and i just want someone to lean on i just want someone to lean on me. From Letras Mania