| Waving arms like distant flags
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| We cry out in agony
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| A heartless breath of horror lingering
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| In the deepest depth of midnight
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| We’ve done this to ourselves
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| We’re bleeding on the shackles of binding hate
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| A cold clasp of rape clentched and gnawing at our flesh
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| This is what we’ve told the world time and time again
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| Confined and contorted
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| Distorted as an unscathing blasphemy and mask of ourselves
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| This force moves us in ways we can’t describe
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| Its such a wretchid torment
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| And we’ve done this to ourselves
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| And i reach for your hand father god
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| Hoping to escape the gates of this deadbolted hell
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| DEADBOLTED HELL!
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| WE CAN NEVER GET FREE
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| THIS IS OUR HELL
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| His tears fell from the sky as his body gave way
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| We pierced and betrayed him on his cross that day
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| His blood dripping onto our hate strickened faces
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| Waving arms like distant flags
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| He cried out in agony
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| His feet were severed so quickly
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| And He could only pray for death
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| A heartless breath of horror lingering
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| In the deepest depth of midnight
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| We’ve done this to ourselves
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| We’re bleeding on the shackles of binding hate
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| A cold clasp of rape clentched and gnawing at our flesh
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| He lifts his head to the heavens with prayer for we
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| Our souls deserve eternal damnation
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| But he has forgiven us of our ignorance and malcontent
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| And he has died for us time and time again
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| A prophetic resurection fufilled on that horrendous grave
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| And we lacerate our throats with sharp blasphemous incantations |