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I am the reaper... I will be the demise of your reign. |
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I am the dark shadow where you hide. |
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Self-righteous fascist, you chase the sun. |
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Glory belongs to no man. |
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Crooked church, you sell the Son. |
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Thieves deserve to have no hands. |
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Our prisons were built with the stones of law, |
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whorehouses are built with the bricks of religion. |
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Oh man of God, from which was your stone? |
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I've stayed quiet for far too long. |
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'Cause I've typecast myself to censor what I can say. |
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I'm so sick of this, sick of what's going on. |
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Now I'm putting an end to my silence: Your god's not real. |
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Your god's not real. |
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Your god's not real. |
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This is the end of my silence. |
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The wolf provides for his own, but God provides for the lion. |
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The wolf provides for his own, but God provides for the lion. |
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I am the lion, you are the wolf. |
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You can run but I will find you. |
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The wolf provides for his own, but God provides for the lion. |
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I am the lion, you are the wolf. |
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You can run but I will find you. |
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I am the reaper. |
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You can run but I will find you. |
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I am the reaper. |
