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We are sitting on the throne of contamination |
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dead, dying, diseased, hid in the shadow |
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under the crown of silence and ruination |
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never you mind, just find the exit |
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[never to see, never to breathe] |
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just follow the signs into the emptiness |
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blacken your eyes to the light of revelation |
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there but for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails |
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there but for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail |
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there but for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains |
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there but for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he's breathing again |
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pump his heart, reverse his demise |
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pulled from the cross to unblacken our eyes |
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crossing our hearts, hoping to die |
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insert the needle to extinguish our cries |
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our mary of spades elate us with desire |
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[never to see, never to breathe] |
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subdued in a pit of insipid dreaming |
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calm us when we seethe |
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there out for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails |
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there out for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail |
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there out for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains |
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there out for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he's breathing again |
