| Reside profoundly in doubt
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| Earned ignorance buys a ticket to hell
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| A brush stroke tinted with
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| Idolization turned to worship, paints within
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| The smallest of lines; |
| static color
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| The path has been hidden as long as we’ve touched the soil
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| Unbroken, waiting for turbulent footsteps to find their mark
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| When heaven sent us home, we ended up further from the hardships of virtue
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| Devising disordered rules of our own
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| Pray, the faith you have found helps you know the way
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| You pay for bones in the ground and eternal salvation
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| Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin
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| Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan
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| Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin
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| Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan
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| Forgive all we’ve forgotten ingrained deep in our souls
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| Unconscious doctrine forged a crack in the mold
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| (Guided with eyes blinded by small minds.)
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| Bias taught them casting stones from the pulpit grants protection
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| (Blight has disguised bodies of starlight.)
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| All the children have drowned, immersed in holy water
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| (Guided with eyes blinded by small minds.)
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| No one here made a sound as all our sons and daughters closed their eyes
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| (Blight has disguised bodies of starlight.) |