| Gather 'round, the myth has been sold
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| The truth is far out from what you’ve been told
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| Love lost, no cost, it’s what’s meant to be
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| The ones I once held close now crucify me
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| All around trumpets sound
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| You know what it’s about
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| My name starts in your ear
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| And then slithers out your mouth
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| No facts, but hop on
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| Shove your finger in my face
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| If that’s what gets you off, bitch
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| Through the halls, my children sing
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| Crucify me
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| For they know not of what they do
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| So blindly
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| When he saw that Jesus was condemned, he felt remorse and returned the pieces
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| of silver to the priests and the elders
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| «I have sinned,» he said, «for I have betrayed innocent blood.»
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| «What is that to us?»
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| «That's your responsibility.»
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| That’s yours to keep
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| When my face meets the flesh you run
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| And turn the other cheek
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| You was on it back then, you were talkin'
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| Talk a lot of shit but don’t say none in public
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| Save face so you turn your fuckin' back
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| Face the facts, motherfucker, I paid for that
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| Motherfucker, I paid for that
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| Motherfucker, I paid for that
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| And you ain’t paid for shit
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| You broke ass bitch
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| Gather 'round, the myth has been sold
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| The truth is far out from what you’ve been told
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| Love lost, no cost, it’s what’s meant to be
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| The ones I once held close now, can fuckin' suck me off
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| Through the halls, my children sing
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| Crucify me
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| For they know not of what they do
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| So blindly
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| Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
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| Truly, I say to You
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| Today, You will be with me in paradise
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| Father, in Your hands I rest my spirit
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| Father, Father why have You forsaken me?
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| My hands bleed by the words of false prophets
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| Father, You’re not real but You have taught me
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| Fuck 'em all, let 'em keep talking
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| I must be the Holy Ghost
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| I must have risen, I overcome
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| Hear or say what you want
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| It makes no fucking difference
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| I am the rising sun |