I raised these lies from when they were very small, helped them grow, fed them with a casual grin. Now their all grown up, and making their own way in the world, navigating their own relationships, learning the true meaning of sin. And now I'm so proud I can barely raise my head, I can barely meet their eyes when I'm cheering on the sidelines. And I dreamed this day would come, I would cast my lies aside, and stand true committing my infanticide. And the damage that they've done, little bombs that still haunt me; they must be put to rest for my own misery. And now I'm so proud I can hardly raise my head, I can barely meet their eyes when I'm cheering on the sidelines. And I dreamed this day would come, I could cast my lies aside, and stand true committing my infanticide.
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