| Face down in a population that God has left behind,
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| In these barren streets the neon lights will be your guide.
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| All their limbs are stretched holidng tight what could have been,
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| No-one here is innocent because we can’t forgive.
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| God made this place a haven for the motionless and weak,
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| A paradise of endless hope no progress to be seen.
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| The houses are abandoned by those who could escape.
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| While we will be the future and you,
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| You will never change.
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| Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stain.
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| Since there’s no room in heaven, He made this town,
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| This town, your grave.
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| The cross they bear,
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| A burden that they just can’t stand.
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| They’re holding on to nothing, time is slipping through their hands.
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| So easily they point the finger the first to pass the blame.
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| While we will be the future and you,
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| YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE.
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| YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE.
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| Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stain.
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| Since there’s no room in heaven, he made this town,
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| This town, your grave.
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| (Stop. This town is your grave)
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| (YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE.)
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| Washing your hands in blood won’t take away the stain.
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| Since there’s no room in heaven, he made this town,
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| This town, your grave. |