| The heads of the gods will roll
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| whatever you choose to believe
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| and then your faith will turn cold
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| cause somewhere you missed to recieve
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| And signs have been planted,
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| all along your path but no
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| You’ve been staring with your blind eye at them
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| when the spell is broken,
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| your chocked and you don’t understand
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| (and) you decide to find a safe place again,
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| The heads of the gods will roll
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| the second you notice a stain
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| In the picture, divine, that you hold
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| no matter how much I explain
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| You can never let me down… oh but I will
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| You must keep me safe and sound… oh but I wont
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| You can never let me down… oh but I will
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| You must keep me safe and sound… oh but I wont
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| And the heads of the gods will roll, |