| I will never bow down to your idols
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| I know who I am You’ll have to put me in the ground to silence me This is my final stand
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| You can’t kill me, I’m already dead
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| This is the martyr’s cry
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| So as the crowd demands my head
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| My time has come to die
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| You can’t kill me, I’m already dead
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| This is the martyr’s cry
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| So as the crowd demands my head
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| My time has come to die
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| Death is only the beginning
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| Of everything I’m living for
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| This is my final stand
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| Laid upon the altar
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| This is my final stand
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| Laid upon the altar
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| This is my final stand
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| Stand up my convictions are not for sale
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| And I know who I am They can’t deny the truth inside me So I will suffer at their hands
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| Dragged through the streets like a criminal
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| By my own flesh and blood
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| Guilty by association
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| There is hell to pay for this apostate son
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| Kill him, the self-righteous scream
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| He serves a new king
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| Kill him, their blind eyes can’t see
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| I serve the true king
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| Now the rocks start flying
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| And my mouth it fills with blood
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| I can hear my mother crying
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| But one voice is not enough
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| I was facing the full wrath of hell, feeble as it is
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| I was facing a good death as well (this is glorious)
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| Face to face with the grave I was waiting for
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| And now my killers were
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| Face to face with a faith they can’t ignore
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| This is my final stand
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| I will never bow down to your idols
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| I know who I am You’ll have to put me in the ground to silence me This is my final stand
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| You can’t kill me, I’m already dead
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| This is the martyr’s cry
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| So as the crowd demands my head
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| My time has come to die
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| You can’t kill me, I’m already dead
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| This is the martyr’s cry
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| So as the crowd demands my head
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| My time has come to die |