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You'll paint this town black with the laws that you craft |
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Then turn it all red with the fires they set |
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As faith consents to arrogance |
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You name their plague with elegance |
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The judgment's made but don't forget |
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'You were never one of them' |
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We're all trying |
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To find our way in the dark |
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But your lanterns look more like torches |
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And your rescue coercion and you stand so confident |
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If he's so holy why aren't you trembling? |
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The fire's is in your house! |
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And there's no time left to sort this out |
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All of us are guilty men |
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There is no line between us and them |
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There's no place for entitlement |
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For mercy falls on shattered men |
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and God will crush the prideful ones |
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I never knew you |
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Fear and trembling brothers |
