The Process-Sullivan

The Process

歌手:Sullivan

时间:2007-01-01

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The Process - Sullivan

Break the code of silence

Forget your conscience

And baby you'll be fine

Grab a book of matches

Half empty gas can

And get these hands untied

You made me who I am

Blame it all on the process darling

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am

Lift your broken posture

Reset your shoulder

And plant you in the soil

I recall the moment

That I first struck and

Your twisted limbs recoiled

You made me who I am

Blame it all on the process darling

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am

You think you've seen the worst of me

Well think again

You made me who I am

Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when

You made me who I am

You made me who I am

Break the code of silence

Forget your conscience

And baby you'll be fine

Grab a book of matches

Half empty gas can

And get these hands untied

You made me who I am

Oh

Blame it all on the process darling

Draw my blood from stone

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am

You think you've seen the worst of me

Well think again

You made me who I am

Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when

You made me who I am

You made me who I am

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