| Father tell me, what am I to do
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| I watched everything I love forsaken you
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| Gun powder burns the temple, exit wound to paint the sky
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| Wash my sins in the river, this American Lie
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| Now it comes in waves of blue
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| Straight from the heart of you
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| I can see, I can feel, I can reason
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| I can exercise the demon
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| I am the architect of your design
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| I can bleed, I can pay for my treason
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| Time out of mind and season
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| Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design
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| Mother, love me like you used to do
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| It took a generation to kill the god in you
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| Black elevators carry you beyond the sky
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| Make me wonder where the chaos ends behind your eyes
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| Now you dream in ocean blues
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| In your churches empty pews
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| I can grow, I can turn with the season
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| I can die without a reason
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| I’m the apocalypse of your design
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| I can die in the peace I been living
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| I can live in the war you’ve given
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| My rage now crystalized in your design
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| I can see, I can feel, I can reason
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| I can exercise the demon
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| I am the architect of your design
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| I can bleed, I can pay for my treason
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| Time out of mind and season
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| Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design
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| Because I am |