| For the ones in pain
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| A fair fight
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| For the children of a lesser name
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| We are the war
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| Against the sick and fatal fall of man
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| A hollow tip
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| To the notion of a Godless stand
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| Quick to slam the gavel on a true solution
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| You let the fear become a stranglehold
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| Tear it all apart
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| So you can render your own belief
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| You never listened to what you were told
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| Condemned
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| You built a wall
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| Disbelief is all you left us
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| Reaction
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| Without a thought
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| Your resolve is to reject us
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
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| And all you wanted was perfection
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
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| So all you are is contradiction
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| You buried the chance
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| In a self-righteous glance
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| So your sons and your daughters were safe
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| But your imperfect path
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| Is a heart made of glass
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| And the world is a charming grenade
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| Condemned
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| You built a wall
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| Disbelief is all you left us
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| Reaction
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| Without a thought
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| Your resolve is to reject us
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
|
| And all you wanted was perfection
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
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| So all you are is contradiction
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
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| And all you wanted was perfection
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| You found your darkness stands
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| On a thread of pinhole light
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| So all you are is contradiction |