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Send him from this land, he's bleeding |
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A display of pain worn as a crown |
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Are you strong? |
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Are you worthy? |
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Are you pure? |
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Are you clean and wholesome? |
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In his face the plea of mercy |
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Like a child corroding to a man |
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While the blood still flows he is enchanted |
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Ruby red, the streak of hidden malice hides the smile |
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Are you strong? |
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Are you worthy? |
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Are you pure? |
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Are you clean and wholesome? |
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Oh, there's cancer? |
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Oh, there's mistrust? |
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Burn and cut, burn and cut |
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There's nothing |
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There's nothing here |
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There was nothing before |
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You don't know this |
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Life can take you far, but this is further |
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Once the lie is in, will he prove worth it? |
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Know (So we all give in) |
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No defence will stand through pity |
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Powerless, kneeling before the bleeding heart |
