| Demons from Hell
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| Set my soul afire
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| Angels from Heaven
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| Bring wood and stoke the pyre
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| I see myself a newborn fashioned in my dreams, saying
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| «If you are that which you do, then what does that make me?»
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| Time to burn, time to sleep
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| Blind to faith, my soul weeps
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| I’m pierced by an unholy cross
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| I’m pierced by the symbol of God
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| Accept your angel of choice
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| Disallow, disbelieve
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| Blasphemate my soul
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| I feel the grip of reality tighten around my throat
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| Try to solve the puzzle, cannot slay the beast
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| In its house, in its land lies my missing piece
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| Thirsty in the desert and I’ve run out of wine
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| Beg with bleeding lips as I await the sign
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| A leader with no vision is the first to cast
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| I’ve withstood my trials and my passion hasn’t flown
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| I’m pierced by an unholy cross
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| And I’m pierced by the symbol of a God I can’t call my own
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| Salvation’s kingdom, take me home
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| Job |