| Unholy lies on the lids of my eyes
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| You’re walking on water. |
| I’ll admit, was a nice disguise
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| I want so much more than this life. |
| So much more than you have to offer
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| You watch as we starve and you plead for salvation
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| You laugh as we mourn. |
| I’ll never understand the fixation
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| Part the sea and you’re adorned. |
| Superstitious rock star. |
| Jesus Christ is born
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| You’re glowing at the palms and you demand devotion. |
| God is the razor and you
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| are the crimson. |
| You’re flowing from veins
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| The darkened skies above you, raining down bloodshed tears
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| An illusion the rest of us will remember for years
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| Your ominous glow can not grow dull. |
| You watch as we weep
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| You’re glowing at the palms and you demand devotion. |
| God is the razor and you
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| are the crimson. |
| You’re flowing from veins
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| Your ominous glow has not grown dull. |
| You watch as we weep |