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Take a look inside Tell me what you see When every hand that reaches out Holds hostility One step from an open window One stitch from a closing wound In a world of smoke and mirrors Shattered glass can cut you too Wear your scars for all to see I know you can hear me From your hallowed throne No choir here or below Can heal the hate in your soul Tighten the hand on your throat Tighten the hand on your throat No fuel for the hunted As they dress the table now The feast of fools Only scraps for the hounds Bonfire of the beggars Wretched filth within the roots Scorched earth for the harvest Rotting limbs yield poison fruit Generational torment Suffering you crave Empathy is but a sickness Buried in an unmarked grave You fear what you own A tyrant without a throne A coward that dies alone Tighten the hand on your throat Take a look inside Tell me what you see I know you can hear me From your hallowed throne No choir here or below Can heal the hate in your soul Tighten the hand on the throat