| How great is the wise?
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| I thought that I knew her well
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| Don’t believe for a moments time
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| That I trusted the harlot’s lie
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| Many alive on this desolate day
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| Bound by a laughter I know
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| A familiar voice I hear
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| Trickery all in nature’s plan
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| You cannot fool me again
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| I have seen the mortar fail
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| I’ve always known it was you killing me
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| For I cater to your tragedy
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| What I need is to win this fight
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| And a weakness in the wall was found
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| Humility in your voice broke the ties
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| Again your strength has betrayed you
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| Fall to your knees, taste the blood of this earth
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| How do you pray? |
| Does he hear your words?
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| Swallowing pride, worshiping lies
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| I loathe all that you are
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| The sun will not rise this day
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| The advantage lies with you
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| Within the darkness of eternal black
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| I will never lose my way
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| Written in blood, fulfilled by man
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| This hunger for truth that drives
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| Within these walls, I fear the worst
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| And this simple faith divides
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| Fall to your knees, taste the blood of this earth
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| How do you pray? |
| Does he hear your words?
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| Swallowing pride, worshiping lies
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| I loathe all that you are
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| For the pitiful, where nothing shines upon
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| Your name will forever be victim
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| Of crimes beyond the word of man
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| Fall to your knees, taste the blood of this earth
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| How do you pray? |
| Does he hear your words?
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| Swallowing pride, worshiping lies
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| I loathe all that you are |