| We ache to be transparent
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| We run from the «open"arms;
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| The facade of something greater than ourselves
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| And we’re left to coexist with infestation
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| Our history is cursed
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| Through the past, present, and future
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| If they’re created in his image
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| Then his image is disgusting…
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| And even he can’t wipe you clean
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| How can someone see so far ahead
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| While they’re spending every day on their knees?
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| Is the view from above really worth the judgement passed?
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| The fear, the lies, and the manipulation?
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| A doctrine bathed in ignorance
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| And written in the blood of the enslaved
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| And I have never lost my faith
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| I just never had any to begin with
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| I would sooner die for my sins
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| Than pray for my forgiveness
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| Sew my palms together
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| And crucify the thoughts in my mind
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| Awaiting Armageddon
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| Neglecting to exercise the demons in your head
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| You’re «born again,»
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| But you’re better off dead
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| Conversion or a casualty
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| Renounce and save yourself
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| Is the view from Heaven really worth all of the judgement passed?
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| The pestilence that you’ve inflicted
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| And the souls of all the loved ones we’ve lost?
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| We are the sheep that rose against the shepherd
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| We are the ones you led astray
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| Embrace the light in your heart
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| Not the one in the sky
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| Saints and sinners rejoice
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| We will all rot together |