If I was the praying kind
I would beseech you
If I was an image divine
I would forgive you
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If I was the trusting kind
I would believe you
If I had faith in mankind
I wouldn’t need you
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I bite the hand
that feeds me
I burn the ground
on which I stand
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I keep my eyes
on the blinding dark
To catch the light
of the Morning Star