| It takes a lifetime to undo
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| The stain of a single voice
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| Honey in an open wound
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| Thick black flies to feast on your poison
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| Rebel thrown from his nag
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| Face down and drowned in the shallows
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| Whose blood dyed your flag?
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| Whose hands paved the road to the gallows?
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| It’s all been seen before
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| Righteous for the wrong horde
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| Wretched pretenders to the throne
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| Crowns set with rhinestones
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| Fortify the wood and brass
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| Blunt blades broken by the whetstone
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| Gaping mouths stuffed with glass
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| Battle cries cut down to the jawbone
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| Who built these fragile things?
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| Throw your body on the gears, there’s evil in the carbon
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| Rolled stones and waxen wings
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| Long ago, we made our bargain
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| It’s all been seen before
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| Righteous for the wrong horde
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| Wretched pretenders to the throne
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| Crowns set with rhinestones
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| It’s all been said before
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| We’re pilgrims on a strange shore
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| Wretched pretenders to the throne
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| Says so on our headstones
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| Agents and sages
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| Speak the truth to the horde, thank the lord, thank the lord
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| This vessel’s sailing
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| Making haste from the shore, thank the lord, thank the lord
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| There’s room for one more
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| All aboard, all aboard
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| There’s room for one more
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| All aboard, all aboard
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| There’s room for one more
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| All aboard, all aboard |