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With souls on fire, |
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They shall surrender peace. |
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But blood still flows |
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From the eyes of martyrs. |
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In light of hatred, |
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We now know our purpose. |
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Dear God, what is this? |
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What is it that you've done? |
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These moments, forgotten |
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Shall disappear. |
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It's not a menu from |
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Which to pick and choose: |
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For God, for marriage, |
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For life but fuck the poor? |
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And I wont lose hope |
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That one day I'll believe |
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But until then I'll be the cynic. |
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Then again I could be |
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In the wrong but I |
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Guess that's what faith is. |
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And I wont lose hope |
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That one day I'll believe |
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But until then I'll be the cynic. |
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Then again I could be |
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In the wrong but I |
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Guess that's what faith... |
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I know there's still hope |
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That compassion will rise again. |
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This faith burns in their eyes |
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And blood still flows from my wounds. |
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I fail to find the faith |
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Despite what I wish for. |
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I know there's still hope |
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That compassion will rise again. |
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I know there's still hope |
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That compassion will rise again. |
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With souls on fire, |
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They shall surrender peace. |
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But blood still flows |
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From the eyes of martyrs. |
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Entrenched, they suffer |
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From the things that they hide from. |
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They seek salvation which |
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They will never find. |
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For the lost, for the poor, |
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for the disregarded. |
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For the souls, for the faith |
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Of the broken-hearted. |
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For the lost, for the poor, |
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for the disregarded. |
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For the souls, for the faith |
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Of the broken-hearted. |
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And still faith burns in their eyes |
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And blood still flows from my wounds. |
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I fail to find the faith |
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Despite what I wish for. |
