| The fire burns at your declare
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| The people starve at your own hand
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| Crying out but He won’t save you
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| Figments in your head won’t save your breath
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| We need to sort this out ourselves
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| This fragile mess we made
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| Your fears are real but not to see
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| When all ends black, a wasted life
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| You will have lived on your knees
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| On your knees
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| Praying to one we cannot see
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| Broken words in empty passage, He’s not coming here
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| Reckless in His image, I declare
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| Broken words in empty passage, He’s not coming here
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| Broken in His image, we repair
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| We are the broken human race
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| Forced to comply with riot and hate
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| I will strive for more, I swear that we will be remembered
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| We will be remembered with all that we have told
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| Broken words in empty passage, He’s not coming here
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| Reckless in His image, I declare
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| Broken words in empty passage, He’s not coming here
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| Broken in His image, we repair
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| We are the fateful and sinful ones
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| Choked up on your whispered lies
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| Open up your mind and you will see
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| Burn it up, save me and bury me in all your despair
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| In all your despair
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| Despair |