Got enough guilt to start my own religion.

Crucify, Tori Amos
Every finger in the room is pointing at me,
I wanna spit in their faces,
Then I get afraid of what that could bring.
I got a bowling ball in my stomach,
I got a desert in my mouth.
Figures that my courage
would choose to sell out now.
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets,
Looking for [...]

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