Limping the Dream
A fighter mad at the fight, a zombie scared of the night
You really don't get it, do you
The lady sang it with girth, this race was over at birth
I really shouldn't care, but I got a sense of humor
Limping the dream
You act like some kind of saint, it chills you right to the taint
You're so narcissistically psychotic
Can't wait for your final dawn, so you can get moving on
We don't need another Christian hypocrite
Limping the dream
You really don't get it, do you
The lady sang it with girth, this race was over at birth
I really shouldn't care, but I got a sense of humor
Limping the dream
You act like some kind of saint, it chills you right to the taint
You're so narcissistically psychotic
Can't wait for your final dawn, so you can get moving on
We don't need another Christian hypocrite
Limping the dream
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Writer(s): Aaron Sarlo
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