| If it’s God we trust, then rid me of tragedy
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| Rid me of tragedy, rid me of tragedy
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| A fate worse than death, hear the voices call
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| What is left? |
| Now I don’t know real anymore
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| I turn back no face to see
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| Shadows feeding doubt, now all I can see
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| Are ghosts looking back at me
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| Are ghosts looking back at me
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| If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I
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| Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees
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| If I could bite the hand that feeds tragedy
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| If it’s God we trust, then rid me of tragedy
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| No one is safe, it comes for us all
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| Cut my nerves so I don’t feel hurt anymore
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| I shout out, spare them, take me
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| No use looking back 'cause all I can see
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| Are ghosts looking back at me
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| Are ghosts looking back at me
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| I’d rather reign in hell
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| I reign this hell
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| If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I
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| Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees
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| If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I
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| Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees
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| If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I
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| If it’s God we trust then rid me of tragedy
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| Rid me of tragedy, rid me of tragedy
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| I’d rather reign in hell
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| I reign this hell |