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The world stares silently at us |
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The world stares as we turn to dust |
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There's no succor for the saved |
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There's no hand of God to trust |
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There's nothing here |
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There's nothing there |
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Oh, there's nothing anywhere |
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We stand at the center of the play |
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We stare at the saints and holy blood |
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We watch as the heavens fade |
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And death dons a mask of lust |
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There's nothing here |
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There's nothing there |
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Oh, there's nothing anywhere |
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Oh, the blessed; the well-behaved |
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They cannot be the same as us |
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I watch, but I cannot believe |
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The soft spine of trust |
