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    Criminal, or: An Exile's Criticisms of an Idealism that Refused to Suffer Their Existence

    Interim in Terra, track 7

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    they wanted me
    to be something that i did not want to be
    they wanted me
    to not be me

    they built their world
    on the unshakable foundation that the sinner can be saved
    and they can't condemn
    one who is one of them

    ----

    even as i left
    they tried to change me
    not one of them could bear to say goodbye
    because the person that they thought i was
    the person i projected
    wasn't me
    nor who i want to be

    ----

    i can not be
    i'm a persistent deviation from their new philosophy
    and now i see
    they're scared of me

    they want the very best for everyone
    who happens to be standing on the right side of their gun
    i see hypocrisy
    they see a flaw in me

    ----

    even as i left
    they tried to change me
    not one of them could bear to say goodbye
    saying i'd be more than welcome
    if i exorcised the devil in my mind
    they think it kind

    ----

    hate the crime, not the criminal
    that's what they said
    while they drugged me and planted things into my head
    hate the crime, not the criminal
    hate the crime, not the criminal

    they preach this understanding
    of people who do wrong
    and so convinced are they it's noble
    that they just trundle along

    they are so blinded by compassion
    for the victims of these flaws
    that make us to the things we do
    without what they perceive as cause

    but it is part of me
    despite their disbelieving and ideals
    to have my friends attempt to kill it?
    oh, you can't know how that feels

    ----

    but there is one place in the world i'd be accepted
    and it's the one place i can never ever go
    the place that you escaped from 'cause to you it seemed like hell
    is home to me
    it's where i long to be

    ----

    even as i left
    they tried to change me
    not one of them could bear to say goodbye
    because to them i'm still a victim
    still a patient to be cured of my disease
    don't try to save me please
    toats a colons joint

    cc-by by colons