| I remember so well
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| When you said to me in turn non-believers would burn in hell
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| When you told me that scientists were merely under a spell
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| And the questions I asked were the voice of the devil himself
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| I tried to picture his face
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| My savior, my lord
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| But when I prayed I seen the image from that book on the shelf
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| It just didn’t feel real, or maybe I was just bored
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| It was a double edge sword like dying when you were born
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| It tore me up like the pages I studied over and over
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| Hoping it’d click and that maybe I could think myself back in order
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| And so I learned it by heart, said all my prayers before bed
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| Grandmother spider up all night weaving that web in my head
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| You took me under your wing, you kept me within your reach
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| 'till slowly I felt as dead as fish in pelican beak
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| A burning hell in your speech, delicate, malleable brain
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| I opened up like a register ready to give you change
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| I opened up like umbrella afraid it was gonna rain
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| My mother gave you a hug, my father’s hand you did shake
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| I put the change in the plate, you put the blood in my veins
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| You put the flesh in my mouth, I put my trust in your fangs
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| The rain came sudden
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| Reign came sudden
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| Broken chains
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| Kingdom’s crumbling
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| For giving blood in vain
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| Forgiven blood in vein |