| Pushed towards the fire
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| I hear the screams of death and anxiety
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| The smell of pine and wet dirt all around you
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| As you walk, another push and you fall to the ground
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| The priest of the town with the false name
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| Hurting the young ones to make them call your name
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| I am convicted and you hate me
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| I am more than you
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| But I won’t have my vengeance in this life
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| I am convicted and you hate me
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| You hate me
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| He keeps the bodies piled in his head
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| The evil chaplain wants me dead
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| Step into the fire and take one last breath
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| Before the flames chokes my bones
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| I am convicted and you hate me
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| I am more than you
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| But I won’t have my vengeance in this life
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| You can’t even trust your own when it’s said and done
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| I am convicted and you hate me
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| I am convicted and you hate me
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| I am more than you
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| But the fire keeps burning
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| The cold night creeps closer to me
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| The fir needle goes into my feet
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| Their warm hands keep pushing me
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| I hear the screams of anxiety
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| The cold night creeps closer to me
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| The fir needle goes into my feet
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| Their warm hands keep pushing me
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| I hear the screams on anxiety
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| When the fire lit up in front of me
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| Don’t walk here
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| You’re walking my fear
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| Fill my mouth with hate
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| I will pay with my life
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| Fill my body with fire
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| Let it become your sins
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| Lost in the smoke and your eyes
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| This is your sins |