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Fear And Loathing In Mahwah, Nj Lyrics - Airing Of Grievances - Titus Andronicus

Why do you do the things you've done 

And how dumb would you have to be 

To do them again like I know you're going to 

If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see 

Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you 

Because when there's suffering, you're there 

From southern trees, you hang them in the air 

The world screams out in agony and you don't care 

But should the shit hit the fan 

I just pray you will not be spared 

Fuck you 

 

You took a heart with so much room for love 

And filled it with hatred and rage 

Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die 

People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor then you don't love God 

But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes 

Now the way we hold each other so tight 

Would look more like a noose if held up to the light 

Because we betray each other in dreams every night 

Now let's never speak of it again, all right 

 

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Even now I curse the day, and yet, I think 

Few come within the compass of my curse 

Wherein I did not some notorious ill 

As kill a man, or else devise his death 

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it 

Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself 

Set deadly enmity between two friends 

Make poor men's cattle break their necks 

Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night 

And bid the owners quench them with their tears 

Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves 

And set them upright at their dear friends' doors 

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot 

And on their skins, as on the bark of trees 

Have with my knife carved in Roman letters 

'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead 

Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful things 

As willingly as one would kill a fly 

And nothing grieves me heartily indeed 

But that I cannot do ten thousand more 

 

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