| These false beliefs will fuel our denial
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| The last debris will crumble in front of our eyes
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| Just so we can see the truth behind the lies
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| Nobody said this was easy
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| An unveiling of things that we don’t want to hear
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| Confiding in idols that preach their own bible
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| Doubting the strength in our hearts
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| If you can stand up to the masses
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| And preach and sell your gospel
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| Then I’ll take back all the scars
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| Of which your the root and the cause
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| Pay the price unearthing
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| The sacred hand that buries the truth
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| Who believes in the land of the free?
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| I’ll show them, their God can bleed
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| There is not one who’ll save you now
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| The new uprising has turned this table round
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| The blood you spill on honest ground
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| Contours the landscapes of our time
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| Stripped back to callous numbness
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| That you have enforced tenfold
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| Chasing rainbow and mirage
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| Selling your miracle cure
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| But what is more?
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| To carry my burdens
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| Like my heroes before…
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| Pay the price unearthing
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| The sacred hand that buries the truth
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| Who believes in the land of the free?
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| I’ll show them, their God can bleed
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| I am the one to bring you down
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| Sent from the streets I was sown on
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| We are the sons of everymen
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| We will not break, we will not bend
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| Pay the price unearthing
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| The sacred hand that buries the truth
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| Who believes in the land of the free?
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| I’ll show them, their God can bleed |