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Remember how it all began the apple and the fall of man |
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The price we pay so the people say |
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Down the path of shame it led us dare to bite the hand that fed us |
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Fairy tale the moral end, wheel of fortune never turns again |
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Never turns again |
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The worst of it is come and gone in the chaos of millennium |
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In the falling out of the doomsday crowd |
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Their last retreat is moving slow, they burn their bridges as they go |
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The heretic is beautified, teach the |
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Harlot's child to smile |
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Wracked again by indecision, should we make that small incision? |
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Testify to the bleeding heart inside |
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We cart, we scratched, we ran, we slashed and when he opened up at last |
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Found a cul-de-sac deep and black, smoke and ash |
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Deep and black, smoke and ash |
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The wicked |
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King of Parody is kissing all his enemies |
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On the seventh day of the seventh week |
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The tyrant's voice is softer now but just for one forgiving hour |
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Before the rise of his iron fist again, fist again |
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I've to come tonight, |
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I've come to know the way we are, the way we'll go |
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And to measure this width of the wide abyss |
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I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet |
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With voodoo doll philosophies day glow holy trinities |
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The crooked raft that leaves the shore, ferries drunken souls aboard |
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Pilgrims march to compostle visions of their |
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Saint in yellow |
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Follow deep in trance lost in a catatonic dance |
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Know no future damn the past, blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last |
