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Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch

I resent you for being raised right
I resent you for being tall
I resent you for never getting any opposition at all
I resent you for having each other
I resent you for being so sure
I resent you for presenting your life, like a fucking propaganda brochure

And I see that you keep trying to bait me
And I’d love to get up in your face
But I know if I hate you, for hating me
I will have entered the endless race

Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch

I resent you for being raised right
I resent you for being tall
I resent you for never getting any opposition at all
I resent you for having each other
I resent you for being so sure
I resent you for presenting your life like a fucking propaganda brochure

And I see that you keep trying to bait me
And I’d love to get up in your face
But I know if I hate you, for hating me
I will have entered the endless race

Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch

(Don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to hurt myself even more)
I’m sorry
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch
I used to go to the ferris wheel every morning
Just to throw my anger out the door