Paper, Rock, Scissors Songtext
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Arms stretched out, embracing existence
Waiting for my salvation.
Always the cause
But did you ever pause and criticize your own convictions?
Tunnel vision flaws.
Did you expect a mote of compassion for antagonism?
This is just a crutch for my reality (Where are you going?)
This justice... in the key of history
This is just a puzzle piece
Waiting for my salvation.
Always the cause
But did you ever pause and criticize your own convictions?
Tunnel vision flaws.
Did you expect a mote of compassion for antagonism?
This is just a crutch for my reality (Where are you going?)
This justice... in the key of history
This is just a puzzle piece
Nestled in the jigsaw of higher fallacy.
I've met not one atheist who saw himself close to God
But you spout righteous words like a messenger.
Split the sea and lead the lambs from the clutches of Roman men.
I've met not one atheist who saw himself close to God
But you spout righteous words like a messenger.
Split the sea and lead the lambs from the clutches of Roman men.
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