You're deep rooted in exile
Is that the way you move
You turn off your good face
Is that the way you choose it
And you've learned to hate most
Is that the way you breed
In and out motion
Is that the way you feed feed
And now you throw out all emotion
Is that the way you move me
Turn terror slowly
Is that the way you kill me
It's you
And all the things you do
Separated and overcome
Is that the way you live
You pull words ot of thin air
Is that the way you give
Kiss the hands of the prophets
Burned beyond belief
Turn tricks with the followers
Left the traces of you
And the words of the poets
You feel that theyr'e your own
At the end of a pot line
It's you and what you do
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You're deep rooted in exile
Is that the way you move
You turn off your good face
Is that the way you choose it
And you've learned to hate most
Is that the way you breed
In and out motion
Is that the way you feed feed
And now you throw out all emotion
Is that the way you move me
Turn terror slowly
Is that the way you kill me
It's you
And all the things you do
Separated and overcome
Is that the way you live
You pull words ot of thin air
Is that the way you give
Kiss the hands of the prophets
Burned beyond belief
Turn tricks with the followers
Left the traces of you
And the words of the poets
You feel that theyr'e your own
At the end of a pot line
It's you and what you do
Is that the way you move
You turn off your good face
Is that the way you choose it
And you've learned to hate most
Is that the way you breed
In and out motion
Is that the way you feed feed
And now you throw out all emotion
Is that the way you move me
Turn terror slowly
Is that the way you kill me
It's you
And all the things you do
Separated and overcome
Is that the way you live
You pull words ot of thin air
Is that the way you give
Kiss the hands of the prophets
Burned beyond belief
Turn tricks with the followers
Left the traces of you
And the words of the poets
You feel that theyr'e your own
At the end of a pot line
It's you and what you do