I've got the exodus laughing in the middle
of glow and dust
The taste of the wait for the ultimate blow
For shaking in the gust
Rust in my hand and you are there
Once I marched away to north
Wishing you were sick for the time you'd recall
I've gave my problems a ride
To always be there on your moment of doubt
Let me burn my bridges under different lights
Let me burn my ship and let me serve for delight
I will take myself, but I won't take the blame
'Cause I'm the player, so I can quit the game
I make transitions from good to bad
I have no truth to stand
Inept meds and ensnare to be unwrapped
And I have washed my hands
Let me build myself to shatter under new eyes
Let me build my speech up on belief and lies
I will lead myself to self scourge all over again
But I'm the player, so I can quit the game
I was surprised and losing somehow
With half of me believing in my bluff
Heartcuffed and frozen in craving
Slaying the assassin to be enough
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