Don't hold my hand, don't tap my veins
I'm feeding you with you're desperate spoon
I'm blinded to the outside world
We're trapped inside your rotting womb
High upon your pedestal
Caught up in your own self greed
Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths
It's all about what you're gonna need
I don't want your greed
I don't need your greed
Don't hold me back, don't hold me down
What goes around always comes around
You're derogation keeps you up
The blood red caught a drench, apparent brown
Everything that was black and white had faded to gray
You have the whole world in your hands
King of the hill, you we're playing god
But now there's been a slight change of plans
High upon your pedestal
Caught up in your own self greed
Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths
It's all about what you're gonna need
You're playing god
Stop playing god
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