| Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes
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| Strike any hour for this glory true lies
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| Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate
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| They kill and die for this unfailing true faith
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| Only one request
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| To live and die for a lullaby
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| And when the hammer falls
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| A young child dies in his mother’s arms
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| Makes no sense to me at all
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| Confessions of the faith for sale
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| Waiting for the ones to fall
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| Who is responsible?
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| The kings of war
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| Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face
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| Prepared as teacher for the weary human race
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| Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies
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| They’re livin' it up, there’s no need to disguise
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| Dragging the enemy down to his knees
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| Give us the bravery, we’re begging you please
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| The ten commandments are free for a deal
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| The future is over, it’s breaking the seal
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| Come on, raise up your hands
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| And we’re livin' it up to be free |