| Why do we only call Your name when there’s no one else to call?
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| And we only really seek You when our mighty towers fall
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| Why do we say You’ve failed us and You’ve turned Your eyes away
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| When we’re only sleeping in the bed we made?
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| Why do we call for free will, but reject all consequence?
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| Why’s the path we’ve made to Heaven stained with the blood of innocence?
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| Why’d we ignore the warnings that we’ve read and always known
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| And get angry when we reap the things we’ve sown?
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| So we blame You
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| 'Cause our world’s not come out right
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| While the devil’s masquerading
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| As an angel of the light
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| Just imagine
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| All the pride and all the nerve
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| To ask where You’ve been, when we’re the ones we serve
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| It’s not a mystery, it’s been foretold
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| But we ignored the warning bell so long ago
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| There’s a way that seems right unto men, but we’ll die with the wages of sin
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| As the world lies bleeding
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| The giant is no longer sleeping
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| Poisoned harvest reaping
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| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone
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| Gone
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| We live our lives like we could care less what You have to say
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| Then curse the skies when You don’t come clean up the ugly mess we’ve made
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| But You gave us a choice and we made it and dug ourselves into a hole
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| We always thought we knew the way despite the things You said
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| We just ignored the pile of bodies and the bloodstains on the bed
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| Painting ourselves right into a corner as life spiraled out of control
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| As the world lies bleeding
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| The giant is no longer sleeping
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| All we’ve sown now reaping
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| Blindly we just carry on, but the glory is gone
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| See us — Our promised land of milk and honey
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| Became a land of filth and money
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| Like Babylon and Rome before
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| A land of greed and sin and guilt, a stained and scarlet whore
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| See us — Living in our ivory towers
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| Self-appointed kings with no power
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| Built a monument to man
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| We’re passing down empty decrees like a disease across the land
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| This is the system we’ve created
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| This is the world so devastated
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| This is what it looks like when mankind asks You to just leave us alone
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| This is the monster now awakened
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| This is our legacy creation
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| This is the place we end up when we say that we can do this on our own
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| This is our masterpiece: corruption
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| This is our monument: destruction
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| Game point of life and death, the nadir of existence painted black
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| This is the road to Hell we’ve wandered
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| This is inheritance we’ve squandered
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| So raise a glass to all we’ve lost and wonder if we’ll ever get it back
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| Nations calling «Our will be done, mankind answers to no one»
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| But now it has begun — In death, our sin hath borne a son
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| Please forgive us for we’ve only made it worse
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| Even after You had warned us
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| Sin would only bring a curse
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| Guess we knew better so we went a different way
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| Now we’re only sleeping in the bed we made
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| All the glory and the power left this place
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| When we turned our backs upon You
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| And chose to live in our disgrace
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| But You warned us
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| And You let us have our way
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| Now we’re only drowning in the mess we made
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| Blood on our hands
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| Blood on our hands
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| Blood on our hands
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| Blood on our hands |