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Portraits Pt. 2 Lyrics
I am the writer's son
Born from lost notations
Laid to rest
Beneath a flood of anagrams
Bury the hatchet, decipher the code
Bury the hatchet
You know I wish you well
But the decks been stacked against you
Now finish up the act before the curtains close
They say you'll never amount to nothing more than this
I've watched him drown his pain for far too long
I've watched him drown his pain
You ran away when swords were at your neck
You're alone in this...
...World...
But you, like a morning star
Like an injection to my heart, I rise up
I have risen, now my road will have it's end
There's always hope
And you were there
When I awoke
Born from lost notations
Laid to rest
Beneath a flood of anagrams
Bury the hatchet, decipher the code
Bury the hatchet
You know I wish you well
But the decks been stacked against you
They say you'll never amount to nothing more than this
I've watched him drown his pain for far too long
I've watched him drown his pain
You're alone in this...
...World...
Like an injection to my heart, I rise up
I have risen, now my road will have it's end
There's always hope
And you were there
When I awoke
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Submitted by
jeffreytbell On Jul 12, 2011
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