| They came one night
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| Killed the whole town
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| Burned down the houses
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| And ripped their hearts apart
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| No questions asked
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| They hold us down
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| Lit up the pyre
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| And ripped their hearts apart
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| It’s not a crime, it’s god’s latest fashion
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| Eradicate all demonic possessions
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| Like a divine intervention
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| It’s not a crime, it’s god’s latest fashion
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| Eradicate all demonic possessions
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| Like a divine intervention
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| Bring us the traitors
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| They’re all meant
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| To burn in hell like their prospects
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| To cast their spells
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| Bring us the traitors
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| They’re all meant
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| To burn in hell like their prospects
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| They’re infidels
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| It’s not a crime, it’s god’s latest fashion
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| Eradicate all demonic possessions
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| They, they look out
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| They look out
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| They look out
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| Burned down the houses and left all torn
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| And still today they reach for us
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| Enter our houses
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| Disguised as talkshow hosts
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| They stretch their arms and fold their hands
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| They take your diamonds
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| And that’s how you enroll
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| It’s not a crime, it’s god’s latest fashion
|
| Eradicate all demonic possessions
|
| Like a divine intervention
|
| It’s not a crime, it’s god’s latest fashion
|
| Eradicate all demonic possessions
|
| Like a divine intervention
|
| Bring us the traitors
|
| They’re all meant
|
| To burn in hell like their prospects
|
| To cast their spells
|
| Bring us the traitors
|
| They’re all meant
|
| To burn in hell like their prospects
|
| They’re infidels |