using the tools of man and the traitors tongue
build a metropolis upon one hearts death
lay a foundation beneath where it was hung
blow away your rainy clouds with its last breath
raise your skyscapers with a promised tommorrow
watch him build your city and hand you the key
with no regaurds to his devotion or sorrow
cast him from all his work and leave him in debris
dig up his own garden let all his plants wilt
pretend you didn't and put gossip in the skies
deny his credit for what he made and built
murder the builders heart with all of your lies
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