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Confession sounds like braggish eyes give away a prize
I can feel the rising tide
Self loathing that underlies
All your sympathetic smiles
And all your shallow lies
Its too late to disguise or hide
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand
You must be so proud of the stallings of your conscience sometimes
Despair in your eyes
Try to tell me you're a good man
That you remember as a child
How everybody used to love you
I do believe you
But what can I do
You, who brags about your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
Im not your friend
Do you understand
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand