| Just like the spread of disease… Ya… Ya…
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| Debt and guilt or guilt and decree, the masters that we please.
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| Yet if we seek help for infirmities, we are made twice the sons of hell as before.
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| Reach out your hand. |
| Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
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| Reach out your hand. |
| Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
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| While religion tries to blame what we cannot see, I accept that part of the
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| problem is me.
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| It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity,
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| Through select revelations that we choose to believe.
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| Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.
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| Familiarity is the great deception, disguised by authority, sealing out
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| subversion.
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| Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth, for we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life.
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| Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease.
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| The horrors of beliefs and customs, camouflaged by commonality.
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| Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. |
| Reach out your hand, reach out your
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| hand.
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| I still believe that there is hope for us, but I believe we must look outside
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| The sanctuaries of oppression that have brought our world so much pain…
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| Yeah…
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| Another blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes).
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| Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth.
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| Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease (plagued
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| by disease).
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| Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand), only to be plagued by disease.
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| Reach out your hand, reach out your hand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Plague , by - As I Lay Dying. Song from the album The Powerless Rise, in the genre