| I’ll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati
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| When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify
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| A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace
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| Too beautiful to change, or perhaps too scared
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| The truth behind our lives will be erased (Will be erased)
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| A crusade in (In which to die)
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| Begging for a crusade in which to die
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| Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men
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| And tie the tongues of those who lie (Those who lie)
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| Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets
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| That resonate the prayers of «This should never be»
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| This should never be!
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| Someone plunged a dagger deep into God’s chest
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| And when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest
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| When he pulled out that dagger
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| And marveled in the pain he could create
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| We stuck another in his back and sealed Creation’s fate
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| So now we’ll turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty
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| A call that renders me ageless, turning the pages of a belief
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| That’s greater than us all, greater than us all
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| Amen to the fools and the Cossacks
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| And the pulpits (Amen!)
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| Amen
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| To the people who think there’s still a way to help us
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| Amen to the people
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| Amen to the people
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| Amen to the people
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| Amen to the people
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| Amen to the people
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| Amen to the people who
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| Think there’s still a way to help us |