| This atmosphere, this smell
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| All those people sane inside their holy places
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| This icy silence, the ringing of the bell
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| A bunch of liars, trying to hide themselves
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| I’m sick of being fooled by a book
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| Sick of being blinded by a veil
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| Blood flows, do they just enjoy the show?
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| They say white, I see gold
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| Too many untold stories, too many secrets
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| They say doves, I see crows
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| I’ll never be the lamb of their fold
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| Broken homes in the name of those ghosts
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| So much energy wasted for the sake of wasting
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| Nourishing lies, dazzling light
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| We pay the price of your own fight
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| Breaking the bricks assembled by our own hands
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| I’ve been told they’re listening, and blaspheme is a crime
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| I’ve been told they’re watching, I guess they’re fucking blind
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| Should we trust someone living in the sky
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| When we can’t trust those by our side?
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| They say white, I see gold
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| Too many untold stories, too many secrets
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| They say doves, I see crows
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| I’ll never be the lamb of their fold
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| I’m sick of being fooled by a book
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| I’m done being blinded by a veil
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| Don’t turn us into your martyrs
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| We won’t save this world with prayers
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| This atmosphere, this smell
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| All those people sane inside their holy places
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| This icy silence, the ringing of the bell
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| A bunch of liars, trying to hide themselves |