| Drifting by the heavens unscarred
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| Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross
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| Thrown into the ash
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| Crumbling
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| I’ve been crossed like the hands on a clock’s face
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| I’ve been fed lies I can’t comprehend
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| I’ve become a mere seed again
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| And I’ll prophesize the end
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| Now
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| I have yet begun to fight
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| There is no fear in my heart
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| No cause worthy of my respect
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| In the End I’ll run
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| I won’t fall prey to deception
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| Deception is the means by which they profit
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| Deceit is in their hearts
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| Evil within their souls
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| The cruelty by which they exploit
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| Will not be part of my life |