Rageofangels777
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A song about someone with physical deformity, who is destroyed by others, but has a faith, and stability in God.
VICIOUS
V1:
Why on me do you pour s-such scorn?
And yes, I’d love to be redrawn.
But this was just how I was born.
I’m hiding in the dark.
It was no choice that I had made,
This horror show that is displayed,
My body weak, and just a shade.
Perfection missed its mark.
Bridge:
Your anger burns so bright at me. Your left hook verbal sneer.
I quiver when it’s you I see. The Devil, he is near.
Chorus:
Vicious. You are so Vicious.
Vicious. You are so Vicious.
V2:
Your chiselled looks, beyond compare,
Your perfect smile, and clothes you wear.
Yet still at me you laugh and stare.
My crying’s your delight.
You knock me down with words of stone.
With hate that cuts right to the bone.
Why can’t you leave my scars alone?
I’m dying in the night.
V3:
You say my life’s an awful state,
You label me degenerate.
Well, maybe so, but you’re too late.
Just see the steps you’ve trod.
You think I’m lost, and I’m undone.
You think you’re best, with what you’ve spun?
But let me say, this race is won.
I’m bought. I’m sold to God.
I’m bought. I’m sold to God.