| I bite my tongue
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| Spitting forth the blood of the angels
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| As they weep and moan
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| I know this is the devil’s work
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| The shepherd’s staff holds more in faith
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| Than any sheep alone
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| I know this is the devil’s work
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| Tie my idle hands so
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| They may never sin again
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| The darkest of sermons is preached
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| To an unwilling crowd of men on their knees
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| Muttering false words of praise
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| To an unloving, glorified dignity
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| I will endure the gnashing of teeth
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| I will wade through the depths of despair
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| And endless suffering
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| I pray to avert my ears, but it seems that
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| No one’s listening
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| Abandoned by God, my purpose is clear:
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| I exist to rid the earth
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| Of every trace of the living
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| Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
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| Driven to exterminate all that breathes
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| Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
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| If this is His will, and God stands still…
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| This child of Hell shall force it’s home upon the earth
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| I witness it’s unfortunate birth
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| Tie my idle hands so
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| They may never sin again
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| Cut out my lying tongue
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| And remove these thoughts within
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| Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
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| Driven to exterminate all that breathes
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| Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
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| If this is His will, and God stands still…
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| Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
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| If this is His will, and God stands still,
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| My life was never meant to be |