| Calling you out for the last time
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| Come show your face for the first time I’ve got a head full of questions
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| And a busted heart filled with lies
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| Won’t spend one second on my knees
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| Will not be thankful for what I have not asked for
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| Or apologize for hating all that my eyes see
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| This solution is my salvation
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| Life is too slippery for books clarice
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| The time has passed for tricks like faith and grace
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| The beast laughs more and more everyday
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| Evil has never been afraid to show it’s face
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| Just look to the front page
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| Look into the face of the starving
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| Or infants born with a disease they will never understand
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| For every miracle one million bodies
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| Piled high in your name I’m calling you out
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| Come show your face
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| Stand before me I will destroy you
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| Shed your mask and I will destroy you
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| The priests that serve so proudly in your sons name
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| As sick as any monster that walks the streets
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| And I’d walk away just to see you cry
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| Leading young boys into the hell
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| That they have preached against
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| Once You tell me how they can ever trust in
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| Cause loving words are only words when loving words mean nothing
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| One single word that you have said
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| Your empire has been built on the guilt of the meek
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| To your heart…
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| And I walked away
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| So many lives imprisoned
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| And I haven’t seen, seen that smile for a while
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| And a shame that spins out of control in your name
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| And now I’m choking on my self-segregated heart
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| Young Tommy who finds you only in his father’s shiny handguns
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| Marches his truth straight into school
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| Points the barrel and pulls the trigger
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| And bodies turn into colored rain
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| Tell me a story I can believe
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| Look me in the eye
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| And tell me a story that you believe |