| The Gentiles are fleeing the pimp
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| the plague of faith oppresses the people.
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| I go hand in hand with death
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| where my soul is not fit.
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| Sharp burn in the chest of the knife
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| your thirst will soon be quenched
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| The ashes grow into loss
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| in the arms of the great and soulless world
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| I guess evil is not forgiven,
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| if you don’t want to or make it worse.
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| Everyone dies
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| and the shadow follows the walker,
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| although it does not lead to light.
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| We live in distress,
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| rabies makes its entry
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| Now the earth and the sky are divided,
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| between the angelic children falls.
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| I guess evil is not forgiven
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| if you don’t want to or make it worse.
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| Everyone dies
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| and the shadow follows the walker,
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| although it does not lead to light.
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| Queue in front of me
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| I promise you will dig graves
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| there is enough space for everyone,
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| and for all the places there are spirits and there are women
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| today is our funeral
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| the hanging rope is for the weak,
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| death does not come by swinging
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| We live in distress,
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| rabies makes its entry
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| Now the earth and the sky are divided,
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| between the angelic children falls.
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| I guess evil is not forgiven
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| if you don’t want to or make it worse.
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| Everyone dies
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| and the shadow follows the walker,
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| although it does not lead to light.
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| HELP
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| Rabies is making its comeback
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| Now the earth and the sky are divided,
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| between the angelic children falls.
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| I guess evil is not forgiven
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| if you don’t want to or make it worse.
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| Everyone dies
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| and the shadow follows the walker,
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| although it does not lead to light. |