| Mark out the points
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| Build the pyre
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| Assemble different drummers
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| Light up the fire
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| Put on your masks
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| and animal skins
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| Illumination, Illumination
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| Listen to the drums
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| Between each beat, each beat of the drums
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| O Beloved mother of liberty
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| hold me in your arms
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| Burn, Burn, Burn brightly
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| Burn, Burn, Burn white heat
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| and the day will come
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| before the lights go out
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| who will you turn to
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| who will you turn to
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| choose the crucifixion
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| or Osiris slain
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| reccuring themes, time again.
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| Illumination, Illumination
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| Burn, Burn, Burn brightly
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| Burn, Burn, Burn white heat
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| Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
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| Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies
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| Holy books and history texts forget
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| because we know.
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| Soul’s are recycled in the death and
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| resurrection show
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| O beloved woman of liberty
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| come to me
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| everything i’m taught, amounts to nought
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| everything I learn, the fire shall burn
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| notions of myself that i’m not
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| whoever i was is now lost
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| Illumination, Illumination
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| Burn, Burn, Burn brightly
|
| Burn, Burn, Burn white heat
|
| Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
|
| Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies
|
| Holy books and history texts forget
|
| because we know.
|
| Soul’s are recycled in the death and
|
| resurrection show
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| O beloved woman of liberty
|
| come to me
|
| Burn away all my impurities
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| Hold me in your arms
|
| Burn, Burn, Burn brightly
|
| Burn, Burn, Burn white heat
|
| Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies
|
| Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies
|
| Holy books and history texts forget
|
| because we know.
|
| Soul’s are recycled in the death and
|
| resurrection show
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| O beloved woman of liberty
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| Hold me in your arms |