| As the circle forms tonight
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| And I take my place to execute my «right»
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| Call the filthy ones into my sight
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| Bring the sinners one by one
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| Stones of judgment shall avenge the things they’ve done
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| But then I raise my head and stare into the Son
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| Oh, then I feel my blood run cold
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| Eyes like the sharpest blade
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| That penetrate to the bottom of my soul
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| Words of truth that cut so deep
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| You write the lines of mystery
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| I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away
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| When the mirror’s shown to me
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| I see my own hypocrisy
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| And weep upon the writing in the sand
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| All the things I try to hide
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| All the times that I avoid your eyes
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| Thinking somehow I can live the lie
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| When the truth becomes too great
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| And I can’t try to clean my rotten, filthy state
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| Or the hidden sins that doom me to my fate
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| Oh, I can’t hide it from Your sight
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| You search out the secret things, the darkest dreams
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| And reveal them in the light
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| Words of truth that cut so deep
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| You write the lines of mystery
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| I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away
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| When the mirror’s shown to me
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| I see my own hypocrisy
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| And weep upon the writing in the sand
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| When the writing in the sand has washed away
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| I could never turn and walk the other way
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| For the words are carved into my very soul
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| And the light exposes everything I know
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| And all I’ve ever known
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| Let him who had no sin
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| Cast the first stone
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| When the mirror’s shown to me
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| I see my own hypocrisy
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| And weep upon the writing in the sand
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| Words of truth that cut so deep
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| You write the lines of mystery
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| I stumble and the stone I held in hand is cast away
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| When the mirror’s shown to me
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| I see my own hypocrisy
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| And weep upon the writing in the sand |