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Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die |
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To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify |
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Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate |
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Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Lost Souls |
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Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale |
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The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale |
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Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky |
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Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Lost Souls |
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Truth won't be the same when one is born |
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There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on |
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Cursed by the palm of God |
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Bright - hope blinded eyes |
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If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn |
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Lost Souls |
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One day we will understand there are no winners in this race |
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Caused by your religion thoughts, we'll vanish without a trace |
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With one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun |
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Put your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic |
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Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice |
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Truth won't be the same when one is born |
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There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on |
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Cursed by the palm of God |
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Bright - hope blinded eyes |
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If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn |
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Lost Souls |
