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| − | And narrow minds...So bitter
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| − | our confusion is overwhelming
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| − | So aimless and misguided
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| − | Your search for a higher power
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| − | Something better than yourselves
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| − | In a perfect world, your perfect god
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| − | Is a coward just like you
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| − | Watch them gather, they flock together
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| − | For in numbers they feel strength
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| − | Will you find your way to paradise,
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| − | Through the darkness within your light
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| − | To the children, they feed his body
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| − | Peel his flesh from off the cross
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| − | In his blood they'll wash away
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| − | All the dirt from their souls
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| − | Obedient young, they'll join the flock
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| − | With minds like clay and hearts so pure
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| − | Fill them with his words and fears
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| − | And feed them to the waiting beast
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| − | His open arms and splendid brilliance
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| − | Devours those who can not see
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| − | The dimming light from high above
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| − | Vanquished by their higher coward
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| − | How can you glorify and praise
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| − | One so weak, imperfect and insane
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| − | The magnitude of his madness is so clear
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| − | In the eyes of the herd that he keeps
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| − | Look what you have become
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| − | Just another like all the rest
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