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Recipe For Hate...Warhorse

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets

My faults were letters carved in stone

As meaningful to you as words written in water

I'm left to walk this world aloneIn a broken mold they made me

The black sheep of the family

Worth less than zero, my opinion

And room temperature I.Q.I did something, now I'm nothing

Always wrong with this or that

Poisoned with fear, watch it twist

My measly brain madTalk about me when my back is turned

Next time we meet, it will be to late

The memory burned in my ears of what you said

And now I've got a recipe for hate, taste itDark clouds on the horizon

Make it hard to breathe

A walking mistake but every time I run away

I just come back for moreThe choice is clear, I can quit

And fall on my sword or light a fire

To see who runs or stays

And plays the confidence gameI'm feeling quite invisible

I feel just like thin air

The truth taunts me

That nobody wants meI see the earth below me

I watch it spin there

Does someone, somewhere

Out there hear me?Sentenced to walk in purgatory

My life is running down

I can't believe what they've done to meI'm left riding a warhorse

A man without a country

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