| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Like sirens lure a sailor I’ll suck and curry favour
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| A light identifies you the culture crucifies you
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| I need a church of new restraints with stand-up sins and fallen saints
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| I’ll be the thorn right by your side
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| Your merciful and willing guide
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| This is the time you can dream
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| I’ll tear apart your every seam
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| The shortest step is always down
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| To disappointment’s stamping ground
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| The opium of the people shows the emperor in brand new clothes
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| The spitting spouting new decrees bind the chains to set you free
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| Here is the flame to torch your feast
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| The golden goose lands at your feet
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| The monster is unleashed
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| The burning bridges light your way, scar the path with tolls to pay
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| A golden life, a golden age in the shit-filled golden cage
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| The upward struggles downward lies
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| The don’t know what and the don’t know whys
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| And the don’t know whys
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| I’ll be the new prescription mixer
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| I’m always there to fix you
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| The bitter blows become the blessing
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| Always dressed to keep you guessing
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| The opium of the people shows the emperor in brand new clothes
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| The spitting spouting new decrees bind the chains to set you free
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| Here is the flame to torch your feast
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| The golden goose lands at your feet
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| The monster is unleashed
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin
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| Truth is sin |