Sometimes I fear that my voice has been stifled
That all joy’s been stripped from all that’s delightful
But today, today I have nothing to say

Sometimes I recall the way you oppressed me
Such a far cry from the way you impressed me
But today, today I have nothing to say

Do you ever consider the damage you caused?
Does it fill you with pride or make you take pause?
Do you wonder who will shed tears at your grave?
Will the devil lay claim to the soul never saved?

Some days I want you to burn
Some days I want my turn
To destroy you
But today
Today
I have nothing to say

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