| Hail victim, raise your voice and curse this mortal chain
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| Lay down your tired albatross
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| Let Heaven hear your strain
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| This unrelenting plaque unbound, your agonizing toll
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| Like God Himself in parallel
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| Delusion takes you hold
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| Recoil
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| I see you writhe in distress
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| Hell on earth
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| No one ever stood for pain like this
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| Sing to me your plight unjust
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| Define it for the rest of us
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| No river of your tears
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| No sympathy will find you here
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
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| You clench your fist unto the sky to sound your troubled mind
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| Unto the throne of sorrow’s scribe, of sacrifice divine
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| Recoil
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| I see you writhe in distress
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| Hell on earth
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| No one ever stood for pain like this
|
| Sing to me your plight unjust
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| Define it for the rest of us
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| No river of your tears
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| No sympathy will find you here
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
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| Bite your tongue
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| Bleed unsung
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| Bite your tongue
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| Bleed unsung
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
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| Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear |