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Born into the darkness |
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Thrown into the viper's den |
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The serpent in the cradle |
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Takes the child into its nest of sin |
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Slowly suffocating |
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The souls of victims it has found |
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Into the vicious cycle, |
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On the path that only leads us down |
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Rat-race-fueled machinery |
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The system of corruption |
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Have we become so cold and numb |
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We're blind to its destruction? |
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We're forging in the fires of greed |
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Our idols made of gold |
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Then bowing down before them |
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With corrupt, adulterous souls |
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Opened eyes |
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Realize... |
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What we have done |
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What we have seen |
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What has become of our lives |
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Corrupted our dreams |
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What we have lost |
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And what remains |
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Paralyzed by the venom that runs through our veins |
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There's got to be much more to life than this |
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The world's caress is just the serpents kiss |
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The demons veiled as angels |
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The darkness as the light |
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The poison seems so harmless as you drink of it tonight |
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We reap the harvest we have sown |
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Empowering our enemies |
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We dress the wolves as sheep |
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And then forget their true identities |
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Forgive me |
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Now I see... |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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-instrumental section- |
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Father, bring us back to You |
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We're lost sheep, afraid, confused |
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Tangled in the snares that grow |
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Along this road of pain we choose |
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And though we've wandered far away |
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We've turned around and lost our way |
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Though we are the prodigal, |
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With open arms for us You still await |
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All we are is laid to waste |
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All we've seen crumbles in haste |
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Everything under the sun is vanity put in its place |
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You have seen this all before |
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We are nothing, nothing more |
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We're the ones who betray You, |
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Yet we're the ones whom you adore |
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I stand before You as a child |
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By this world I've been defiled |
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Stained and poisoned, burned and beaten, |
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Bruised and wounded, sick and vile |
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With hands reaching out to You, I run |
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Realizing what I've done |
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You take me in your arms, a reunited Father and son... |
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And all illusion ceases to exist |
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The world's caress is just the serpent's kiss |