| Sure enough can’t figure out
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| Why all that’s good is sin
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| Why people choose to grovel at
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| The feet of some dreamed up king
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| Too scared to fight their own way
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| So easy to be sheep
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| Alive but dead inside
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| Holier than thou
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| Condemning all around them
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| They’re the chosen ones
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| Now hypocrisy’s king
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| Defiling everything
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| And at judgement’s hour crumble, yeah
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| Crumble you mountain of power
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| Still signs of hope are many
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| Reason covers ground
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| Two thousand years of twisted lies
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| Soon just a burial mound
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| Too scared to fight their own way
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| So easy to be sheep
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| Alive but dead inside
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| Holier than thou
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| Condemning all around them
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| They’re the chosen ones
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| Now hypocrisy’s king
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| Defiling everything
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| And at judgement’s hour crumble, yeah
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| Crumble you mountain of power
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| Now hypocrisy’s king
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| Defiling everything
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| And at judgement’s hour crumble, yeah
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| You mountain of power
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| Now hypocrisy’s king
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| Defiling everything
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| And at judgement’s hour crumble, yeah
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| You mountain of power
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| You mountain of power
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| Yeah
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| Mountain of power
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| Yeah, you mountain of… |