Burn labelled prince, born of denial
Suffer petty sins, wrought on survival
You make it pretty and make it small
You make it living and make it wrong
Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone
Make it, a beautiful song unsung
Why am I a person gone wrong?
Why am I, a song unsung?
Satan and God, running around
Funny how people listen to the sound
Funny stupid liars gone on a high
Why - why, do you make my life pain?
Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone
Make it, a beautiful song unsung
Why am I a person gone wrong?
Why am I, a song unsung?
So wrong on a tombstone
And wrong it on a lie
Feel a fake a gone wrong
Laugh an awful cry!
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