The Blame
All the world around you knows about me
I'm not all that bad, that's what you'll try to see
I'll possess all that you are, stealing everything from you
All your friends and family won't know what to do
Your habits become worse as you feed your soul into mine
Before you know it, your sight will become blind
Every night and day, you'll lay awake, wondering when this episode will start
I'll sit back and watch as you tear yourself apart
When you want to give up and quit, i'll return to see
If you get out, it's all up to me
I've owned your soul for all this time
Why would i want to give up what's rightfully mine?
Everyday forth, you'll feel the sting
of wearing what is mine, my most precious ring
The ring of slavehood around your finger
It is invisible to the eye of a nonbeliever
Trying to remove it is nearly impossible
You might find yourself waking up at the hospital
You're not done you have plenty more to give
Give it all to me until you've bled yourself dry
All this has been but a glimpse of your fate
If you choose to follow this path, all will not have any escape
Allow me to take your hand, being your guide
Welcome to hell, the land of pride
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