| I’m invited to the feast of hammers
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| Led like cattle to the bride
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| If you’re dumb or lonely, you can come and join me
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| But I warn you, you’ll be crucified
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| I’m invited to the feast of hammers
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| Sacrificed and happy to be paid
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| Like dull creatures, they will beg to beat her
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| And I cannot help but do the same
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| Do you know what’s needed?
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| Growing underneath it
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| If you keep on hammering on
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| See my sister, she is cold and distant
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| She’s been hanging from the chandelier
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| See my brother, he was bled for another
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| While the milk of kindness hides in here
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| Now we’re winning, in this game of drowning
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| And the walls are crumbling to the earth
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| Soon we’ll see it, and for one sweet minute
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| We will have some purpose and some worth
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| And if you listen
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| You will hear them quicken
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| You can hear them hammering, hammering on
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| I am punished divine
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| I am broken so fine
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| And my battle is won
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| Will you count to seven
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| Will you keep this hidden
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| Will you keep on hammering, hammering on |