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These cobwebs on my hands and The deep impressions where I stand Speak volumes - Conveniently Lately it seems it's been hard for me To properly express my concerns I just can't find the words - These chains are starting to hurt The shackle-rubs burn and I've been patiently waiting my turn To express my grievances Address my demons As if I believed in them Or had a chance at defeating them
I've been hanging by thread that's been starting to bare. I've been living in the shadows of men that were never there. I've been breathing borrowed air. They say tomorrow's never promised - So why should I bother to care? Purpose is an illusion A necessary point of reference to justify our confusion. To nullify an institution based upon a premise of individual restitution.
Chorus
You sing like an angel Not due to the tone of your voice But your ability to rejoice In the face of days of Limited song You sing like an angel Whenever you sing at all
