| It’s no wonder we’re all scared
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| When our submission makes demands
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| And who the hell are you
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| Is it asked or forced to do
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| Do you pray for holiness
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| Or just prey on my willingness
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| To starve, beg, consume
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| For something you can’t prove
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| If I’m unworthy, it’s you that brought me here
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| I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears
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| Please don’t let go of me
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| And I will carry on
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| With your burden on my shoulders
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| Where’s the white washed tomb out of which your god’s been exhumed
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| A corpse to force my guilt
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| Through lips you thought you’d sealed
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| And sins you can’t let go
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| Have blinded you on your throne
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| And left me here alone
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| If I’m unworthy, it’s you that brought me here
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| I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears
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| Please don’t let go of me
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| While god sleeps the righteous feed upon the meek
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| What kind of father sits and lets his children bleed
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| Don’t just stand there show us all if this is true
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| That your love and mercy isn’t for a chosen few
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| If I’m unworthy, it’s you that brought me here
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| I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears
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| Please don’t let go of me |