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Bring out your dead |
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Bring me their heads |
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An execution is at hand |
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These are you false prophets selling you Armageddon |
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These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe |
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These are the ones who are taking your life away |
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Day by day we cleanse the world of evil |
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Yet, the blood is still on our hands |
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Buried beneath the prayers of dead men |
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And when there's nothing left |
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There will be no one left to peel the guilt from our backs |
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A flaw so fatal to our own survival |
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Failure in the flesh |
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Day by day we cleanse the world of evil |
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Yet, the blood is still on our hands |