| Father I have sinned
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| Forgive me for I don’t know what to do
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| I have become devoid of faith
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| I am devoid of faith
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| As I mutter these words into his ear
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| His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear
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| Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith
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| In the one who’s faulty life he helped erased
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| He tells me that he can make things right
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| I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life
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| And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes
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| This is a cold blooded crime
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| But it just feels so right
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| The upper hand is mine
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| And so is his life
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| On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
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| Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
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| This is not the devil’s work
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| This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
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| Murder sermon
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| Murder sermon
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| On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
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| Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
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| This is not the devil’s work
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| This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
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| I cannot be changed
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| You’re the one to blame
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| Stare into the face
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| Of the one you can’t save
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| So now you’ve taken all you can ingest
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| I rip your still beating heart from your chest
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| Look me in the eye as you take your last breath
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| I hope your soul never rests
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| I cannot be changed
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| You’re the one to blame
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| Stare into the face
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| Of the one you can’t save |