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Father I have sinned |
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Forgive me for |
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I don't know what |
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I do 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 a 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 a 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 |
