| Cast onto this soil for no reason.
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| Life seems to sprout with no underlying meaning.
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| Locked in a constant struggle with impending mortality.
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| Withering souls,
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| thou shalt cast an offspring.
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| Cast unto its fate.
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| We will denounce anyone who questions the will of the great.
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| Seek no more, we have all the answers one could ever wish to possess.
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| Seek no more, we have all the answers.
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| So get on your knees, my child, and start to confess.
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| This is the death of reasoning.
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| Divide and conquer the blind.
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| But in our hearts we know that we are one.
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| This is the death of reasoning.
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| Confine and bury your mind.
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| When in our hearts we know that we are one.
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| We are one.
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| In search of safety,
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| in lifeless numbers and half hearted sermons.
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| Will we ever be renegades?
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| Pick it up!
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| Trusting your own understanding means finding a path worth believing.
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| The word of your chosen one will not always lead you towards
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| deliverance.
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| show me the answers, oh, deliverance. |
| Show me the answers.
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| Withering souls, am I forsaken?
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| Condemned to a life without a meaning?
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| Life and death will intertwine,
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| leading me astray from all I know. |