| Transgressions are made
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| While cowards convey
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| With a demon’s ear, fixed and set to slay
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| While the statue awaits
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| To be whittled away
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| With a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear
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| Never to learn
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| Only to burn… and be burned
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| Branded straight through slate
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| Clear as common day
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| What shall be the mark to be made?
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| When we crush it all to burn it down
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| Without sight, without sound
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| Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground
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| A simple shell, that’s solemn still--without sight, without sound
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| Go slowly cause at the moment
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| Things you’d never think you’d ever see
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| Are happening and you can’t believe the hatred
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| Make a martyr
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| A pedestal with ribbons of slaughter
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| Feed the altar
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| Stoke the fire it will take over
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| Ignore the cut… the skin with callus as well as interest
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| If all are reckless none is to profit
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| None is to win it
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| So who will pay for all the tears
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| All the lives, from either side?
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| All the years, all the time of living blind
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| Playing «God Deciding?»
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| And who will die next in line for the lie?
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| Justified for the rise of sitting high playing «God Deciding.»
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| And who will walk away
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| From the rage and revenge?
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| Inhumane consequence comes in time
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| Playing «God Deciding.»
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| And who will fall in line to arrive
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| Out of sight and out of mind? |