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Lyrics:
I wish to be the potter, my hands feel made of clay I long to be a poet, I have no words to say This seed of life I carry - no spark of light within I've seared away my conscience - blinded by my sin
Trapped within this velvet cage a noose of silk restrains my rage
So I lay down and sigh, to sleep with the lie Better bear this abuse, than to wake with the truth All the nights I have wept, only my dreams are left Trapped again I wonder why, I choose to sleep with the lie
My soul is chasing greatness, my slothful heart is weak I crave all my depravity, not humble and not meek Still I'm caught between - my folly and my goal Myself wholly unclean - I cannot save my soul
Blindfold tied by my own hands Iron burns my scarlet brand
So I lay down and sigh, to sleep with the lie Better bear this abuse, than to wake with the truth All the nights I have wept, only my dreams are left Trapped again I wonder why, I choose to sleep with the lie
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