| Awakened from sleep in the dead of the night in an old monastary where you
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| spend your life
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| Flesh quickly touches the blade of the knife
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| The broken silence shrieks in delight
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| Adorned in tattered robes, faith in decay
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| While you’re chanting the words that you must say
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| Dead things on the altar wait and remain as you quickly fall on your weak knees
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| and pray
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| Mental constructions haunting your mind
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| Ritual sin for the soul you must bind
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| Dove feathers stick to the blood on your wrist
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| The vampiric bite of a heavenly kiss
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| The children cry
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| The choirs sigh
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| All the while being crucified
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| Stigmatic plague in your mind
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| All the while being crucified
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| The words of Christ turned into lies
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| All the while being crucified
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| Look at the world through my eyes
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| All the while being crucified
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| Your god watches you bleed as you stare at the sky
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| Left lying alone questioning why
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| No salvation for you after you die
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| Imagine redemption as you close your eyes
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| The children cry
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| The choirs sigh
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| All the while being crucified
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| Stigmatic plague in your mind
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| All the while being crucified
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| The words of Christ turned into lies
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| All the while being crucified
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| Look at the world through my eyes
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| All the while being crucified |