| Distant honor, wasted grace
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| Twisted pawn a face replaced
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| Phantom filter mask of dread
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| Damn the guilt my past is dead
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| And I wait for the night
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| Shadows protect my Angel in white
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| Time to eject these
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| Vain parasites
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| Cast out reject the
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| Plague in all your hearts
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| Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn
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| Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn
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| And a distant honor calls me to your side
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| To be your guide
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| Wrapped up in your velvet sheets
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| Far above the hellish streets you’re
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| Strapped inside your wealthy keeps
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| Piss on corners where we sleep
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| This town’s paranoid
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| Blinking and jumping
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| Down in the void
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| A sickening dumping
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| Ground to avoid
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| The stink of the pumping
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| Plague in all your hearts
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| Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn
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| Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn
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| And a distant honor calls me to your side
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| To be your guide
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| Shades of the whales in the tainted deep
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| Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep
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| The faded and frail in the laneways weep
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| Broken souls in mourning
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| Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn
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| Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn
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| And a distant honor calls me to your side
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| To be your guide
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| On rooftops hide
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| Be your guide
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| Shades of the whales in the painted deep
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| Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep
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| The faded and frail in the laneways weep
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| Broken souls in mourning |