| If you look at the face of evil
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| Evil will look right back at you
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| They raise their pitchforks to the sky
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| Summoning the moon as their guide
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| Their dragging feet march on the slab
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| To the beat of an absent snare drum
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| A vision unseen of bodies dancing in the night
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| For the beauty in unison cannot be denied
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| You can nail them to the cross
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| You can burn them at the stake
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| But their sins will never be forgiven
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| Would you trade an arm and a leg
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| For the promise of time?
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| Memories fade as new thought is crated
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| They kindly move out for th good to take their place
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| The hope of redemption will never undo your wrongs
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| Time is unforgiving to those who try to run
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| For those who see the world as evil, let me tell you this
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| Even cruel actions have a purpose to fulfill
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| They’ll sing in places you thought no notes were even left
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| 'Cause you see, in the end, music would not live in an evil world
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| If you look at the face of evil
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| Evil will look right back
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| Would you trade an arm and a leg
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| For the promise of time?
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| Memories fade as new thought is created
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| They kindly move out for the good to take their place
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| The hope of redemption will never undo your wrongs
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| Time is unforgiving to those who try to run
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| These hands are unforgiving
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| To those who try to run
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| These hands are unforgiving
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| To those who try to run |