| Interpret sign and catalogue
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| A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
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| The walls are bare, black, bottom kind
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| They are sick breath at my hind
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| They are sick breath at my hind
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| They are sick breath at my hind
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| They are sick breath gathering at my hind
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| I hear stories from the chamber
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| How Christ was born into a manger
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| And like some ragged stranger
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| Died upon the cross
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| And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
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| He was a carpenter by trade
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| Or at least that’s what I’m told
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| My good hand tatooed E.V.I.L. |
| all across it’s brother’s fist
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| That filthy five! |
| They did nothing to challenge or resist
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| In Heaven His throne is made of gold
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| The ark of his Testament is stowed
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| A throne from which I’m told
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| All history does unfold
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| Down here it’s made of wood and wire
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| And my body is on fire
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| And God is never far away
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| Into the mercy seat I climb
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| My head is shaved, my head is wired
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| And like a moth that tries
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| To enter the bright eye
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| So I go shuffling out of life
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| Just to hide in death awhile
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| And anyway I never lied
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| My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L
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| Wears a wedding band that’s G.O.O.D
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| Tis a long-suffering shackle
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| Collaring all that rebel blood
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| And the mercy seat is waning
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| And I think my head is glowing
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| And in a way I’m hoping
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| To be done with all this weighing of the truth
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| An eye for an eye
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| And a tooth for a tooth
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| And anyway I told the truth
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| And I’m not afraid to die
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| And the mercy seat is glowing
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| And I think my head is smoking
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| And in a way I’m hoping
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| To be done with all this truth and consequence
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| An eye for an eye
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| And a tooth for a tooth
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| And anyway there was no proof
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| Nor a motive why
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| And the mercy seat is smoking
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| And I think my blood is boiling
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| Anyway I’m spoiling
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| All the fun with all this weighing of the truth
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| An eye for an eye
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| And a tooth for a tooth
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| And I’ve got nothing left to lose
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| And I’m not afraid to die
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| And the mercy seat is burning
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| And I think my head is melting
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| Anyway it’s helping
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| To be done with all this weighing of the truth
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| An eye for an eye
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| And a tooth for a tooth
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| And I’ve got nothing left to lose
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| But I’m afraid I told a lie |