| Here I stand
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| High strung and alone
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| In the court of your Lord’s most forgotten son
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| Tell me witness, what’s the difference between addiction to truth and
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| conviction?
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| The difference must lie in the actions
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| Spread across a person’s life
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| Did it prove to be obsession?
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| Compelled to condemn what they don’t agree with
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| Endlessly driven toward the «right»
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| A creeping sickness afflicting the others' lives
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| With proclamations of derision and disgrace
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| Instead of offering an alternate way
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| You shot us in the foot before we’d even begun to race!
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| Conviction stands as a guiding rudder
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| Through this world’s turbulence, storms, and thunder
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| The helm turns according the movements of our hearts
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| (This vessel dives and darts)
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| See conviction wells up inside, an imprint from above
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| Seeks to reject injustice and not to judge
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| Works to fix the things that are broken
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| Walks in humble regard to their fellow man
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| And never forgets that the greatest law is Love
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| The difference must lie in the actions
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| (Was it out of Love or hate?)
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| Did it prove to be obsession?
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| (Looking at the walls you’ve made)
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| When I fell down there was no regret
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| Just that lack of laughter, plus my newfound debt
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| Be it freedom or a shortened spine
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| Us broken heathens have learned to lie to ourselves |