| Saints and sinners are but we
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| Twisted wrecks of symmetry
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| Like broken arrows split
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| Against the mindless rift we feed
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| Saints and sinners are
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| And each other’s company we seek
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| Though we took our separate paths
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| Back to the womb where we collapsed
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| On buildings full of living bricks
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| Cementing walls a dangerous fix
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| Saints and sinners are
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| Begrudgers who will never mix
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| Contemplating right from wrong
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| In retrospect we don’t get on
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| So Armageddon here we come
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| Who are the chosen ones?
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| Consequences who you’ve been
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| For in damnation Satan grins
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| We’re saints and we’re sinners
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| Nothing more than lost beginners
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| Both now facing endless falls
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| Its hell or heaven cry’s
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| The pulpits' scorn
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| Every saint now has a past
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| So may the sinners' future last
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| Every ghost still has a haunt
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| Where he or she feels they belong
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| All possessing tortured souls
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| Confessing all that’s yet to be
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| Saints and sinners are
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| Lunatics a vicious breed
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| So Armageddon here we come
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| Who are the chosen ones?
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| Consequences who you’ve been
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| For in damnation Satan grins
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| We’re saints and we’re sinners
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| Nothing more than lost beginners
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| Wise men crank the guillotine
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| Where heads will roll for all to see |