In the guts of a ship in the middle of the sea
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Stands a ring for the rivals for everyone to see
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They spar around the center of their own duality
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The audience is full and pressed against the ropes
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Chanting for blood of the loser of the bout
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The fighters and their fears it symbolizes hope
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They want to escape but there is no way out
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Speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel
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The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee
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The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke
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The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail
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Like God asking Abraham to kill his only son
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He cries out for help, he stares at the sun
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He never gets an answer when the day finally comes
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When David fought Goliath he wasn’t bound to (?)
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Now he’ll never hit his mark, his opponent makes the rules
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He’s a servant of the story and the gallery confines
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Driftin' on a sea of words, trapped on a ship of fools
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Speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel
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The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee
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The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke
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The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail
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Sinkin' on the ship of fools
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Sinkin' on the ship of fools
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Sinkin' on the ship of fools
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Sinkin' on the ship of fools
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You clamor for an outcome, a candid dénouement
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The hunger for a resolution manifests the end
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Concludes with ovation of the blood of your hands
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He knows he couldn’t help her when she needed him the most
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What he gave her won’t undo the one thing that he took
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Like a vine around a flower, love in a fatal dose
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His story won’t endure, losers never write the books
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The speaker and the spoke, the axle and the wheel
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The teller and the tale, the flower and the bee
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The sword and the steel, the beast and the yoke
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The fish and the sea, the prisoner and the jail
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The fire and the smoke, the starved and the meal
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The head and the tail, the nut from the tree
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The wax and the seal, the dagger and the cloak
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The loss and the grief, the hammer and the nail |