| As the thorns grow with care
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| start to twist they make new colored eyes,
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| As the flesh starts to split like the wrists that is slit
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| as I break, and they spit, and I break, as they spit
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| WHOAH- This temptation
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| WHOAH- that invites me to life,
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| WHOAH- What’s salvation?
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| WHOAH- is it in this,
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| WHOAH- Invitation
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| WHOAH- to praise the fallen
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| As a world grown with care starts to sing
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| it’s swarmed by cacophony,
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| One and all punished now for just one wouldn’t bow
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| without grace all are left in disgrace chasing death
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| WHOAH- This temptation
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| WHOAH- that invites me to life,
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| WHOAH- What’s salvation?
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| WHOAH- is it in this,
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| WHOAH- Invitation
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| WHOAH- to praise the fallen
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| I don’t believe, THE BELIEFS OF THE RIGHTEOUS
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| I don’t believe, are so righteous at all,
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| I do believe, THAT THE MARK PLACED UPON US
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| is misconcieved,
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| Who shall fall?
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| who shall fall?
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| As the guilt raining down reaches flooded ground
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| the insects must concede,
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| To this wrong they belong, in this left they are strong
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| as the right start to bleed, on the right they shall feed
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| WHOAH- This temptation
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| WHOAH- that invites me to life,
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| WHOAH- What’s salvation?
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| is it in this,
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| WHOAH- Invitation
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| WHOAH- to praise the fallen
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| I don’t believe, THE BELIEFS OF THE RIGHTEOUS
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| I don’t believe, are so righteous at all,
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| I do believe, THAT THE MARK PLACED UPON US
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| is misconcieved,
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| Who shall fall?
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| who shall fall?
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| WHOAH, WHOAH |