| Your fingers they are scarred with the deeds of the pious
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| You are fetching the sword for the war inside us
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| Awaiting the medal for some bravery unheard of
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| Offended in arrogance you stand so tall
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| Innocent — when we sin
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| Innocent — when we sin
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| I see your angry face on the TV
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| Damning us all for things we do
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| What you fight are demons on the inside
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| A blessing in disguise, but you cannot see
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| Meaningless acts of cruelty you are calling a sacrifice
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| You cannot play the game but you stil roll the dice
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| Shedding blood of daughters and sons unquestioned |