| We’re burning at the stake now
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| Our angels from a far
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| Have come to live in ghost towns
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| Their tombs were black and charred
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| I’ve seen the messengers
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| But they were not for me
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| They said we’re black witches
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| Parts of an industry
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — cries unsynchronized
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — to keep us terrified
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| We keep the cameras rolling
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| So we can televise
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| All that we’ve been controlling
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| To keep you mesmerized
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| Why could the right explosions
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| Just like celebrities
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| Commercialize religions
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| And their inequities
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — cries unsynchronized
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — to keep us terrified
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — cries unsynchronized
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — to keep us terrified
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — cries unsynchronized
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| War — this is what it sounds like
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| War — to keep us terrified |