| We’ve come prepared
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| Suspending all benevolence
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| You’ve bathed in arrogance
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| Our retribution we will bring
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| She flies on unforgiving wings
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| Your children in Heaven shall weep and grieve
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| As holy gates open and nothing leaves
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| So down the cattle chute you will move
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| And die for him who’s died for you
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| Blinded by our pride we’ve missed the signs
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| We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries
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| The scars you’ve made altered the plan
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| Our end will never be ushered by man
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| So down the cattle chute you will move
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| And the burden of Earth will be removed
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| You are quarantined to the abyss
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| With all life forms deleterious
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| You have lost all that you will ever lose
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| Your request to be saved by God, refused
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| Blinded by our pride we’ve missed the signs
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| We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries |