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I am your token son and you will receive me
âCos my word is sacrosanct to everyone that bleeds me
Iâm the one you call upon when you run for safety
You will be my sycophant, desperate to please me, yeah
Iâll make them see
Pariah
Iâll make them see
Pariah, pariah
I will fly into the sun and you cannot save me
For my every malefice soon you will repay me
âCos I live on in everyone and Iâve been watching closely
Fortitude and sacrifice never came so easy, yeah
And why shouldnât I be saved?
I was pulled from the cradle and thrown to the grave
Brother you hurt me, I hold you to blame.
Your Mother, your Father, your Sister the same
I would wash my hands if I hadnât been laid to rest, to rest
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