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(Kilfelt) |
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The ancient parchment, unrolled before me |
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Hands of unseen pull in greed |
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Calmly, opened up before me |
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Nurturing a bumming need |
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Once a dream |
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I know the moment |
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Free for now, but fading fast |
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Unprepared |
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I gaze upon that which brings forbidden sight |
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Blind my eyes, |
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Lights so bright |
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The penalty of fools who try |
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In vain to do what greater men have failed |
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The penalty of fools who try |
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In vain to do what greater men have failed |
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Into the wooden cross be nailed |
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Damned by |
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Judges, Sentenced by the court of law |
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Innocence, no longer matters |
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Helpless in my pleas for justice |
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Decisions, from the |
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Pharisees |
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Condemned, without a chance to prove |
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Truth, is just a changing thought |
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Controlled by those who take, for them and |
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Kept by wealthy lie protection |
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Vaults hold sacred shrines of power |
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Enforced by violent truths that change |
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Fitting different lies to have |
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A way to break the common man |
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Thrown in cells to keep the order |
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Sentenced there by stronger hands |
