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John Kerry has set himself on a pedistal of rightousness

Georg Bush claims to be a savior and a guardian

They both have blood on thier hands

The firefighter, the police officer and the doctor

Have burned

Ripped lives apart

Poisoned men in their sleep

Innocense are no longer the birthright of humans

For we are all

The darkest

So as we cover us in suits

Disguise in uniforms

Hide behind symbols

Then we try to wash it away

The strains of eons Where we all

As we smile and laugh

As we joke and tease

As we cry and hide

Then we try to wash it away

The stains of eons

Where we all

From my window

I see it all

All of you

Shuddering, screaming and pleading

Tracing my hands over my white wall

I paint the story with my hands

Then you find me

Strap me down

Analyse and study

You prick me with needles

Searcing and pointing

Grinding and ripping

Your hands feel

Your eyes notice

Your senses touch

I scream and yell

Fighting and bending

Desparate and pleading

And I draw into myself

Sealing you all off

And close my mind

I draw into my room

And stare at my painting

Hidden from your hands

I call it: The Sin

Description
John Kerry has set himself on a pedistal of rightousness

Georg Bush claims to be a savior and a guardian

They both have blood on thier hands

The firefighter, the police officer and the doctor

Have burned

Ripped lives apart

Poisoned men in their sleep

Innocense are no longer the birthright of humans

For we are all

The darkest

So as we cover us in suits

Disguise in uniforms

Hide behind symbols

Then we try to wash it away

The strains of eons Where we all

As we smile and laugh

As we joke and tease

As we cry and hide

Then we try to wash it away

The stains of eons

Where we all

From my window

I see it all

All of you

Shuddering, screaming and pleading

Tracing my hands over my white wall

I paint the story with my hands

Then you find me

Strap me down

Analyse and study

You prick me with needles

Searcing and pointing

Grinding and ripping

Your hands feel

Your eyes notice

Your senses touch

I scream and yell

Fighting and bending

Desparate and pleading

And I draw into myself

Sealing you all off

And close my mind

I draw into my room

And stare at my painting

Hidden from your hands

I call it: The Sin