I cannot see my hand in front of my face
its clouded by the fog of my own disgrace
and if I didn't harbor all of this shame
I would be able to not hold you to blame
And I know that it's not too late
To put back the bread I took from your plate
you know I'm not a thief as one might say it
I just take the things that belong to the living shit
And I don't
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