| This injustice renders my thoughts ineffectual
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| Forgive me, Lover, and forget my sullen face
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| Privilege brings us to this place
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| Of human currencies
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| Buried our sisters in a glass display
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| Only to evaporate to a toxic skyline
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| Underneath we sell off the bodies
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| My body became a graveyard where they buried thirsty souls
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| Show me your righteous leader, I’ll show you the bullet holes
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| The preacher with the parched tongue and the «God» that he controls
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| «Shake off the sin, shake off the sin» and spit out your cacophony of lies
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| I’ll climb through your screen
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| And bleed out the image you left in me
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| But God, are you man?
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| Then how do you see me from where you sit up in heaven?
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| Looking down on my hell, my body chokes back
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| «I have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep
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| Where can I get living water?»
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| Enslaved in the «Land of the Free», my prison is our wedding bed
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| Where you left me for dead, you’ll leave us for dead
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| Apathy was our anchor to a digital sea
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| Where you drown in the comfort of our complicity
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| Can love save me?
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| Will Your wrath avenge us? |