| And with a changing tide
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| A moment to reflect
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| A broken crown bearing down
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| Upon a weary head
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| Look in his eyes, you’ll see
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| A lifetime of regret
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| The signs of stress
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| The emptiness
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| The lack of self-respect
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| With a treacherous kiss
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| Decimate what’s left of a lifetime’s legacy
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| As a silent poison works its way toward the heart
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| With the deepest malice
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| Pull the trigger on the gun that’s known to never fail
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| Roles are clear and chosen
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| To be a hammer or a nail
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| Know what you are
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| Let the drowning man swim
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| This is a war that he will never win
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| But when the dust clears
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| There’ll be nothing left for you to fuck with
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| But now he’s slowly sinking
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| Oh, now he’s slowly sinking
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| Like an anchor to the depths
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| The drowning man
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| With desire to protect
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| A tired man broken down
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| Now full of fear and dread
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| And in his eyes he’ll be
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| A shadow of himself
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| A broken tusk
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| A hollow husk
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| Crying out for death
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| With a treacherous kiss
|
| Decimate what’s left of a lifetime’s legacy
|
| As a silent poison works its way toward the heart
|
| With the deepest malice
|
| Pull the trigger on the gun that’s known to never fail
|
| Roles are clear and chosen
|
| To be a hammer or a nail
|
| Know what you are
|
| Know what you are
|
| Let the drowning man swim
|
| This is a war that he will never win
|
| But when the dust clears
|
| There’ll be nothing left for you to fuck with
|
| (But now he’s slowly sinking
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| Oh, now he’s slowly sinking)
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| Now let the drowning man swim
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| (Like an anchor to the depths)
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| This is a war that he will never win
|
| (But now he’s slowly sinking
|
| Oh, now he’s slowly sinking
|
| Like an anchor to the depths)
|
| But when the dust clears
|
| There’ll be nothing left for you to fuck with
|
| Know what you are
|
| But now he’s slowly sinking
|
| Oh, now he’s slowly sinking
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| Like an anchor to the depths
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| The drowning man |