| I am all destiny, a trade, a grain of sand
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| I take the throat of innocence and leave decay
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| I stain the way for all to see
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| No fear, no voice, no reason
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| In god no guiding light
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| When all the guilt that’s in your head
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| Turns its back and plays for dead
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| You scorch the earth and torch the sky
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| Conscience low with head held high
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| Indulge and multiply and sacrifice
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| As lack of breath chokes underground
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| Divulge degenerate, the darker side
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| From windows watch the screaming sky
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| No fear, no voice, no reason
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| In god no guiding light
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| When all the guilt that’s in your head
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| Turns its back and plays for dead
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| You scorch the earth and torch the sky
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| Conscience low with head held
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| When all the guilt that’s in your head
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| Turns its back and plays for dead
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| You scorch the earth and torch the sky
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| Conscience low with head held high
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| From the truth comes all the shame
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| The curse of flesh just takes it aim
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| On hallowed ground and tortured sky
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| Walk in fear with spirits high |