Here it comes again
Like watered-down insecurity
It doesn’t end; it gets me no where
Take me as I am
Broken down and parallel to
Everything that kills so well

But you’re not anything at all
Every good thing gets you down
Stand on the ground
Whoever you think you are

Stained with blood and oil
This machine’s not innocent
When every other finger points to someone
Take me as I am
Broken down and parallel to
Everything that kills so well

But you’re not anything at all
Every good thing gets you down
Stand on the ground
Whoever you think you are
Whoever you think you are

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Lyrics gathered by J. Hodge
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