| Born into the plan of making me believe
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| Or making me deceive in the faith I was raised
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| Twisting their devoted goals by bending true history
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| Slowly slipping away, away from my belief
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| Blind faith in which you conceive so called divine
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| Never appealed to me
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| Never question what was taught
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| Cling to the righteousness
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| Which you got
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| Holding the blanket of serenity
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| Falling away from sincerity
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| Faith will help us
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| It will save us
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| Nothing you could ever do could change
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| The way I feel
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| Help us, save us, help us, save us from ourselves
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| I see no heaven, I see no hell
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| I just see us, just us cling to the hope that it exists
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| Falling further with every prayer you whisper
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| It won’t save you, it won’t save you
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| Questioning this has saved yourself
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| It won’t save you it won’t save you
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| Question this has saved yourself
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| Holding the blanket of serenity |