CrucifyDay after day I hear thesesob stories of a broken childhooda broken promise here and a raised knife thereAnother friend on the edge of extinctionAnother family on the edge of eruptionAnd I just can't keep track any moreBrother to brother and eye to eyeI see how your life is decayingI can almost see the tears in your eyeAnd you're still begging me to saveand you're still begging me to stayAnd I just can't keep track any moreI need my spaceI need my timeJust give me thatThat's all I askI'm not Jesus Christ any moreBleeding and broken and body shakingI can't hear my own thoughts anymoreAnd I just want to tel
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as is my mate. He's great. X3