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Telling little secrets while exposing all your lies

Walking the line between love and hate,

Follow the scent like flies

Yes it pays to know your enemy I never professed I'm a saint

You attack from behind and I spit in your face

My friend is what you ain't

My enemy

We stand at odds and we don't see eye to eye

Because that is what you want

You spend too much time facading and lying to yourself

No one here is innocent, no one free of sin

We're all made the same yet we're playing the game

Of whose ideology wins.

Ideology

Look hard in the mirror and describe what you can see

Just below the surface you'll find you're looking right at me

The difference between us is what lies behind our eyes

Because we all bleed, we all feel pain and have shame

We live and we breathe, then we die.

You'll never know how to paint me

Even though you made me

I'm contrary to all you believe

Social atrophy

1st solo: Steve

2nd solo: Mike