| Crying out, time has come for ritual celebration
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| Lost cause for rejoicing in life
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| Chants and prayers for the damned
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| You have lied, you have sinned
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| Never stood by your convictions
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| Lost your way, no orientation
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| Pay for your malicious mistakes
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| Over and over, well-trodden path
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| On the brink of ruin for all to see
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| Time after time, journey into the light
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| You refuse to come clear
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| This is a final procession
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| Flocked together like a horde of sheep
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| Identity in corporate belief
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| Vanity, paleness of retribution’s delight
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| Compelled to follow, play along, forced to obey
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| You cannot judge, you cannot reason
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| You have never learnt to disagree
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| Forever renouncing rationality
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| Bring forth the burden of sin
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| Sign of these times, ambivalence
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| Delusion is short, remorse is long
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| You renounce responsibility
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| You arouse indignation
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| And this is a final procession
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| On tragedy they all shall feed
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| This is a final procession
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| On tragedy they all shall feed
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| This is a final procession
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| On tragedy they all shall feed
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| Over and over, well-trodden path
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| On the brink of ruin for all to see
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| Time after time, journey into the light
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| You refuse to come clear
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| This is a final procession
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| On tragedy they all shall feed
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| And this is a final procession
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| Tragedy to feed |