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Clayton Bellamy - Victim Of My Own Compromise Lyrics
When I was a young man I dreamed of the south|Like a fire inside me I could not put out|But I sold out and became the thing I dispise|A victim of my own compromise||First I gave in an inch and they took me a mile|down a slippery slope of my own denial|and they crushed me like winter like a wasting disease|left me standing with nothing inside to believe||The devil he prowls like a lion outside|and waits for that one thing you wont be denied|Next thing you know you have taken a dive|All in the blink of an eye|a victim of your own compromise||The man he will tell you you wont feel a thing |when your last stitch of dignity hangs by a string|his mouth drips with honey but he'll poison your well|and send everything that you love straight to hell||The devil he prowls like a lion outside|and waits for that one thing you wont be denied|Next thing you know you have taken a dive|All in the blink of an eye|a victim of your own compromise||Confession is ugly till it's all of your chest |the weight is all lifted and the blood has all let|so take it from me boys I've been on both sides|don't be a victim of your own compromise.||yeah take it from me boys I've been on both sides|A victim of my own compromise||that I didn't know what to believe|I wish I could say that it happened so fast that I didn't know what to believe|but the truth is it's more like a slippery slope from which there can be no reprieve|once you give in an inch they'll drag you a mile from the person you once used to be|A kid from the prairie my heart on my sleeve |I hate to admit it but I got to be real, real for the first time in years|The truth was the one thing that I couldn't face but now it is perfectly clear|That all of my rippin an running around has has finally taken it's toll|I shot for the big time I reached for the stars {Skies} becoming the thing I dispise|A victim of my own compromise|I wish I could say that it happened so fast |that I was blinded by|but it crept in like winter like a wasting disease |and now i don't know who I'm supposed to believe|
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When I was a young man I dreamed of the south|Like a fire inside me I could not put out|But I sold out and became the thing I dispise|A victim of my own compromise||First I gave in an inch and they took me a mile|down a slippery slope of my own denial|and they crushed me like winter like a wasting disease|left me standing with nothing inside to believe||The devil he prowls like a lion outside|and waits for that one thing you wont be denied|Next thing you know you have taken a dive|All in the blink of an eye|a victim of your own compromise||The man he will tell you you wont feel a thing |when your last stitch of dignity hangs by a string|his mouth drips with honey but he'll poison your well|and send everything that you love straight to hell||The devil he prowls like a lion outside|and waits for that one thing you wont be denied|Next thing you know you have taken a dive|All in the blink of an eye|a victim of your own compromise||Confession is ugly till it's all of your chest |the weight is all lifted and the blood has all let|so take it from me boys I've been on both sides|don't be a victim of your own compromise.||yeah take it from me boys I've been on both sides|A victim of my own compromise||that I didn't know what to believe|I wish I could say that it happened so fast that I didn't know what to believe|but the truth is it's more like a slippery slope from which there can be no reprieve|once you give in an inch they'll drag you a mile from the person you once used to be|A kid from the prairie my heart on my sleeve |I hate to admit it but I got to be real, real for the first time in years|The truth was the one thing that I couldn't face but now it is perfectly clear|That all of my rippin an running around has has finally taken it's toll|I shot for the big time I reached for the stars {Skies} becoming the thing I dispise|A victim of my own compromise|I wish I could say that it happened so fast |that I was blinded by|but it crept in like winter like a wasting disease |and now i don't know who I'm supposed to believe|