| Cowards, with your empty hearts
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| And narrow minds… So bitter
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| Our confusion is overwhelming
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| So aimless and misguided
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| Your search for a higher power
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| Something better than yourselves
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| In a perfect world, your perfect god
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| Is a coward just like you
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| Watch them gather, they flock together
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| For in numbers they feel strength
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| Will you find your way to paradise
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| Through the darkness within your light
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| To the children, they feed his body
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| Peel his flesh from off the cross
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| In his blood they’ll wash away
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| All the dirt from their souls
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| Obedient young, they’ll join the flock
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| With minds like clay and hearts so pure
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| Fill them with his words and fears
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| And feed them to the waiting beast
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| His open arms and splendid brilliance
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| Devours those who can not see
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| The dimming light from high above
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| Vanquished by their higher coward
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| How can you glorify and praise
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| One so weak, imperfect and insane
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| The magnitude of his madness is so clear
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| In the eyes of the herd that he keeps
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| Look what you have become
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| Just another like all the rest |