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Everything's broken. |
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Death and disease. |
| [00:33.09] |
Drying eyes does nothing. |
| [00:34.97] |
They still cry, still scream. |
| [00:39.52] |
Do we curse our hearts that are made of stone, |
| [00:45.84] |
or eyes for the terrible things we see? |
| [00:53.54] |
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| [01:02.04] |
We're raising our fists to the sky. |
| [01:08.48] |
We have no answers to this mess. |
| [01:14.79] |
We need Word in flesh. |
| [01:18.10] |
We're raising our fists to the sky. |
| [01:21.29] |
A lack of creating. |
| [01:24.29] |
|
| [01:35.43] |
A lack of relating. |
| [01:36.55] |
We live. We build. |
| [01:37.30] |
We live. |
| [01:37.81] |
We build. |
| [01:38.37] |
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| [02:15.85] |
Filthy made perfect. |
| [02:18.35] |
Dying and living. |
| [02:19.10] |
We want to become, become one. |
| [02:20.16] |
We have no answers to this mess. |
| [02:21.97] |
We want to become, become one. |
| [02:25.58] |
We need Word in Flesh. |
