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Zealot
Yada Yada
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Having dreams at night
Having dreams that all my dreams are dead
Feel the wrath I feel it deep inside
Want to make it all make sense
I get wound up tight
Got a bone to pick
And man, do I got bite
Yeah I'm sick I do it out of spite
Got my head stuck in the sand
Slipping through the floorboards
Falling down to the basement
Become a part of the concrete
Can you tell me that you really want me
A whore and a zealot
I'm doing alright
Unholy, Self righteous
I get it, alright
Fallen like an angel, whose wings lost their flight
Had to cut me down so I don't get high
Don't get high
I take it all in stride
Yeah you know that I got to, got to, got to, got to
Need to reconcile, repent
Control yourself it's a virtue, virtue, virtue, virtue
Best to fall in line
Need a will to break
And man, do I got spine
See them run their mouth a thousand times
They got their head stuck in the sand
Slipping through the floorboards
Became apart of the concrete
I'm tired of beating a dead horse
Can you tell me that you really want me
The horror, I got it
I'm doing alright
Unholy, Self righteous
I get it, alright
Fallen like an angel, whose wings lost their flight
Had to cut me down so I don't get high
Don't get high
Don't get high
Don't get high