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    Lead, know, let you know
That's how it goes
That's how its been
That's how you'll never be
That's how I see
That's what makes you what you are to me
You can be
You say
And I believe
Believe what you give
I can take
But I don't
It's not me
I can take
But I'll be what makes the difference
I'll be the sanity of your envy
You'll be the taste of life
Dependence
The blood of few
I take of you
Makes me strong
Makes me lie
Tells me that I am real
Knowing
Being real makes me die


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If I am part in your betrayal
Do I become your god?
Will I be that which created you?
Do I destroy?
Do I become the destroyer?
Do I get to destroy?
Can I turn creation to the other side?
Can you define?
Am I left to decide?
Must I make this mistake?
Must I take the blame?
Can I have your hate?
Can I run?
Run where you say?
To your fucking salvation?
To your making?
To my death
Can my end become your beginning?
Can I see?
Am I blind?
What's in it for me?
What's in it for me?
Can I be you if I remove you?
Can I kill you?
Will it be enough?


[Bit], 1997


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