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The Acacia Strain - The Author lyrics
The search has begun, this is page one
 Men meet your maker, i give you the author
 He may seem familiar because he looks like your mirror
 You've lied like a lawyer, but don't deny it
 When you're face to face with demons
 Dancing off mirror images, reflecting all that you wanted
 So far from perfect
 Onward, we will strive
 Take it for what it's worth
 This truth that you've realized
 You're not who you thought you were
 It's time you see the other side of what you have become
 Nothing but your single serving selfish chapters
 Of sacrificial moral standards
 No stranger to apathy in bold situations
 Take your time to make it happen
 Leave your mirror and spare your excuse as a self-serving actor
 So close to perfect
 It's all the same, no face or complexion
 You're not worth what you're spending
 When you're screaming "danger, danger!" don't stop
 Go on alone
 Desperate endeavor, you've got to take it or leave it, if you will
 Not so convincing that you're the only one here who can't be like me
 The search has begun, leave your letters but it won't matterThe Acacia Strain - The Author - http://motolyrics.com/the-acacia-strain/the-author-lyrics.html
 Take back what is left before your death
 But is it really you that they suspect
 You take shots, who's the figure before the flame
 It's not hard to spark, but it's hard to master
 So look for the answer
 Single serving selfish chapters on your condition
 Lust and liars
 So get out, stop dreaming, if you're one for breathing
 Sacrificial moral standards of two reflections
 Truth and fire
 Something you'll live for
 So close to perfect
 It's all you've got, one chance for conviction
 Lies fuel fires, and your suspect won't walk
 You're screaming "danger, danger!" don't stop
 Go on alone
 Desperate endeavor, you've got to take it or leave it, if you will
 Not so convincing that you're the only one who could be like me
 From this point on, the way you thought it would all work out
 But we've hit autumn, just follow the story
 The fall of the author
 Just one more year, and you'll cease to regret
 One on one to repent, all eyes are fading
 Sleep alone










