| Familiar territory, surrender imminent
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| Destroy the enemy, and leave no evidence
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| Why can’t we stop the madness, why can’t we feel the flames
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| That seem to fuel our anger, that seem to feed the pain
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| Last rites
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| The priests have spoken the world’s last rites
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| Black rain is falling with no end in sight
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| The world’s been given the last rites
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| We’re craving domination, we crave what isn’t ours
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| We try and justify our final hour
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| We hide behind the mask, the mask of our disease
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| The truth you’ll never find here, the truth is make believe
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| The priests have spoken the world’s last rites
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| Black rain is falling with no end in sight
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| The priests have spoken, the day turns to night
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| The world’s been given the last rites
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| The priests have spoken — Yeah
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| Black rain is falling — Oh Yeah
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| The priests have spoken — Yeah
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| The world’s been given the last rites
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| Last rites
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| The priests have spoken the world’s last rites
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| Black rain is falling with no end in sight
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| The priests have spoken, the day turns to night
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| The world’s been given the last rites
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| The priests have spoken — Yeah
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| Black rain is falling — Oh Yeah
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| The priests have spoken — Yeah
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| The world’s been given the last rites
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| Last rites |