[music: pintado, lyrics: embury/harris]
purist-realist manipulates
purist-realist segregates
purist-realist - on their own terms
purist-realist - you never learn
inner loathing - the mounting hate
hundred fights - a thousand regrets
sacrifice - you wear me like a second skin
dwelling on a scene of bitter love
harping on some forgotten war
the shadow former self
two-faced preacher - denied yourself
purist-realist - a rotting state of grace
cannot be me
cannot see the once-treasured
depleting life it shows in
you weakness, impotence
inability to have spoken
summarizing that teasing
that non-restricted feelings set in a moment
in dealing
return to the source of regret |