| We are sitting on the throne of contamination
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| dead, dying, diseased, hid in the shadow
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| under the crown of silence and ruination
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| never you mind, just find the exit
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| just follow the signs into the emptiness
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| blacken your eyes to the light of revelation
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| there but for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails
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| there but for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail
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| there but for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains
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| there but for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he’s breathing again
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| pump his heart, reverse his demise
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| pulled from the cross to unblacken our eyes
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| crossing our hearts, hoping to die
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| insert the needle to extinguish our cries
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| our mary of spades elate us with desire
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| subdued in a pit of insipid dreaming
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| calm us when we seethe
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| there out for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails
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| there out for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail
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| there out for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains
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| there out for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he’s breathing again |