| Here we, the end of the line
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| The world’s in flames but I’m feeling fine
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| The fights over, my race is run
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| Never be sorry for what I have done
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| Oh, what have I done
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| Hey Saint Pete, how do I look
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| Sorry I didn’t spend my life reading your book
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| I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
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| I’m going down singing unholy hymns
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| Unholy hymns
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| I’ve been sent down under the mountain
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| Seven seals broken, the trumpets are sounding
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| We’re all stuck in Hell forever
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| At least we’ll be singing these hymns together
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| I’ll never fit into this storyline
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| I won’t eat your bread, I won’t drink your wine
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| I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
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| I’m going down singing unholy hymns
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| Mirth you Mark, Luke, and James
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| It’s time to march the saints to their graves
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| It’s me against the world in this fable
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| Which one is Cain and which one is Able |