| Fatten those tender lambs
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| 'till they’re ready
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| To be brought forth
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| Into the temple of lies
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| Taste this powder make a choice
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| Before someone hurts the children
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| They’re gonna show us
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| The oppression that we’ve felt
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| We hope aggression dies away
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| Shocked brains wondering who’s gonna fall
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| Impressions from the holy eyes
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| I’m hearing their lies
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| I’m seeing their eyes looking for preys
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| What’s gonna happen in this place?
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| Confused mental state
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| I see their faith riping apart
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| Show them your shape
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| Shattered, beaten, tired
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| They say: just pray
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| Questions dividing us
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| Like a blurred image
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| Composed of fantasies
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| Believe it their ideals
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| Are on decay
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| Fixed way we see that’s only an ambition
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| For along time we’ve drunk their insults with fear
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| Vestiges of repentance
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| We’re afraid to see beyond our eyes
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| What do we hide?
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| Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand
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| There’s no much left here
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| They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light
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| The temple of lies |