| Sin ripped apart my family like a jackal on the carcass of a beast
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| Exposing all the vultures who were waiting in the wings to join the feast
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| Descending like spiders, preparing to poison your prey
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| You smile on the outside while planning a way to make the guilty pay
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| But the payment is made
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| Who would feast upon disgrace?
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| Well I don’t know, I don’t wanna know
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| Blackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sin
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| Death has kissed the lives we knew
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| So isn’t that enough for you?
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| The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
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| For the payment is made
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| The payment is made
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| Death and devastation are the natural consequences of sin
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| Enough for any man to bear, even without your thinly-veiled revenge
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| You hand a glass of water to a man who’s beginning to drown
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| You reach out your hand like you care, but only push him further down
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| But the payment is made
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| Who would feast upon disgrace?
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| Well I don’t know, I don’t wanna know
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| Blackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sin
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| Death has kissed the lives we knew
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| So isn’t that enough for you?
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| The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
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| For the payment is made
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| The payment is made
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| Restoration, lifting up the fallen
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| Edifying is our higher calling
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| If we fail to reconcile our brothers
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| Then we only serve to tear each other down
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| Death has kissed the lives we knew
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| So isn’t that enough for you?
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| The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again
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| For the payment is made
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| The payment is made |