The tightope I walk everyday you choose your own path
crushing the serpent with his hell release false christ first
Torn from the only thing i know broken off struggling
Work hard everyday working for what's right you want to
Invalid steps bring you closer to what a single lost
The battle rages on at war with myself and with
Lies pour from your tongue like a fountain of death
If I gotta stand here alone I will I want
its a state of emergency who will you call on
If i slip an inch they take a mile they
Twisted purity bent for our desires from the tongue to
so send i you by grace made strong to triumph
I've seen it rise I've seen it fall it comes
Declare communicate I must admit that my life is better
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