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The Wise Man's Fear – The Wrath Of A Gentleman lyrics
You’ve got an axe to grind and tight-closed eyes
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you made yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties
A penny is far too much for your thoughts
Your putrid mind corrupts and rots
There’s more to you than meets the ear
Just nothing that I want to hear
Try seeing things through another’s eyes
You don’t have to lobotomize
To open someone else’s eyes
You have become what you despise
I won’t waste another moment on your dogma
Obstinance manifested. Blind-eyed, closed-minded disaffection
Spare me your so-called “wisdom”
Save some judgement for God
You’ve had plenty of practice preaching, why don’t you practice what you preach?
You’ve got an axe to grind and tight closed eyes
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you make yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties
Your idolatry breeds hypocrisy
Your eyes are blinded by the pride you see
That the elegy that you wrote for me
Should have ended up so differently
You’re a mockery of humanity
The incarnation of dystrophy
You’re a harbinger of catastrophe
A plague, pure ruin, you are disease
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you made yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties
A penny is far too much for your thoughts
Your putrid mind corrupts and rots
There’s more to you than meets the ear
Just nothing that I want to hear
Try seeing things through another’s eyes
You don’t have to lobotomize
To open someone else’s eyes
You have become what you despise
I won’t waste another moment on your dogma
Obstinance manifested. Blind-eyed, closed-minded disaffection
Spare me your so-called “wisdom”
Save some judgement for God
You’ve had plenty of practice preaching, why don’t you practice what you preach?
You’ve got an axe to grind and tight closed eyes
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you make yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties
Your idolatry breeds hypocrisy
Your eyes are blinded by the pride you see
That the elegy that you wrote for me
Should have ended up so differently
You’re a mockery of humanity
The incarnation of dystrophy
You’re a harbinger of catastrophe
A plague, pure ruin, you are disease
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