| Come crumbling as the shattering of faith
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| He who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake
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| And among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of this world
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| Among us are faithless but I am not of them
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| For I long only to die in His arms
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| In the eyes of God I am His testament
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| The wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception
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| For the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without protection
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| Bare blooded and ripe for failure
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| This is where all are defined by His will
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| Thy knees will testify, did he stand to the throne?
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| The pigs drown spiraling alone
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| Arrogant, the goblet raise you high, the portrait of perfection
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| Do you not see this pride itself is an infection?
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| Nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves
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| And may those who stood for their Lord rejoice, let cowards sink and settle for
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| remorse
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| On tables stretched horror stares, to rape our lungs of precious air
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| Three times to the skies our hands we raise: Reverse this curse,
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| this violent plague
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| It is infectious, the dispersion of bone of the spineless
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| Live like a wordless dog, may you forever remain silent
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| Or stand for His throne
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| Relieve the world of its infectious ailment
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| In the eyes of God I am his testament
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| Come crumbling for without God, one exists without meaning
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| We are his testament serving as the heart and flesh
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| When one part of this body aches we seek to cure its distress
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| We are the testament |