Purist Realist Lyrics

Purist realist manipulates
Purist realist segregates
Purist realist on their own terms
Purist realist you never learnInner loathing, the mounting hate
Hundred fights, a thousand regretsSacrifice
You wear me like a second skinDwelling on a scene of bitter love
Harping on some forgotten warThe shadow former selfPurist realist manipulates
Purist realist segregates
Purist realist on their own terms
Purist realist you never learnTwo-faced preacher denied yourself
Purist realist, a rotting state of graceSacrifice
You wear me like a second skinThe shadow former selfCannot be me, cannot be me
Cannot be me, cannot be me
Cannot be me, cannot be meCannot see the once treasured
Depleting life it shows in
Your weakness, impotence
Inability to have spokenSummarizing that teasing
That non-restricted feelings

Set in a moment in dealing
Return to the source of regret