Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss
Were you torchered by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you tom the curious
That makes you James the weak
And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But i seen your self-pity showing
As the tears role down your cheek
Soon you know I'll leave ya
And I'll never look behind
Coz i was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con convince the mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadow
Giving substance evermore
And you assume you got something to offer
Secret, Shiny And New
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too

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