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Mark out the points |
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Build the pyre |
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Assemble different drummers |
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Light up the fire |
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Put on your masks |
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And animal skins |
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Illumination, illumination |
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Listen to the drums |
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Between each beat, each beat of the drum |
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O beloved mother of liberty |
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Hold me in your arms |
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Burn burn, burn brightly |
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Burn burn, burn white heat |
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And the day will come |
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Before the lights go out |
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Who will you turn to |
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Who will you turn to |
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Choose the crucifixion |
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Or Osiris slain |
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Recurring themes, time again |
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Illumination, illumination |
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Burn burn, burn brightly |
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Burn burn, burn white heat |
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Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies |
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Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies |
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Holy books and history texts forget |
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Because we know |
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Souls are recycled in the death and |
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Resurrection show |
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O beloved woman of liberty |
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Come to me |
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Everything I'm taught, amounts to naught |
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Everything I learn, the fire shall burn |
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Notions of myself that I'm not |
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Whoever I was is now lost |
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Illumination, illumination |
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Burn burn, burn brightly |
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Burn burn, burn white heat |
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Oh how ingenious the centuries of lies |
|
Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies |
|
Holy books and history texts |
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Forget because we know |
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Souls are recycled in |
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The death and resurrection show |
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O beloved woman of liberty |
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Come to me |
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Burn away all my impurities |
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Hold me in your arms |
