| These eyes, they will gaze and reflect
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| And gauge every thought I reject
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| No sway of stance in changing times
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| Just a narrow mind commanding respect
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| We stand on the words of the wise
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| And languish every call to despise
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| We know the hollow wound of their lies
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| No reformed edition
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| Never losing vision
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| Now into forever
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| Only getting better
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| Ways of now, spiral down
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| How much more we allow
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| Keeping sight of the vow we made
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| Holding fast to the hope
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| So when we stand in the line of wrath
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| The true and righteous will know
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| The foundation that we used to uphold
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| Now regarded as the madness of old
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| Every alteration made to the standard of truth
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| Is a nail in the coffin we hold
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| We embody everything they despise
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| Because they see us through degenerated eyes
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| So when they cast you down as intolerant filth
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| Stand firm, never bow to the lies
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| No reformed edition
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| Never losing vision
|
| Now into forever
|
| Only getting better
|
| Ways of now, spiral down
|
| How much more we allow
|
| Keeping sight of the vow we made
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| Holding fast to the hope
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| So when we stand in the line of wrath
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| The true and righteous will know
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| See the scorn inside my eyes
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| Keeping sight of the vow we made
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| Holding fast to the hope
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| So when we stand in the line of wrath
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| The true and righteous will know |