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Hold the cross up high into the sky |
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far above your head |
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in sacred decadence. |
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In pride and honour |
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you wear the crucifix |
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as a shield towards |
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the bitter consequence. |
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Your sins are not redeemed |
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by swearing perjury. |
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Your sense of self-esteem |
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has miles to go to sanctity. |
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Your sins are not redeemed |
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by swearing perjury. |
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Your sense of self-esteem |
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has miles to go to sanctity. |
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See the spiteful and widening cracks |
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in the bricks of all their |
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picture perfect walls. |
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The hollow grins of their hypocrisy |
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they rock the basis until, |
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until it starts to fall. |
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Your sins are not redeemed |
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by swearing perjury. |
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Your sense of self-esteem |
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has miles to go to sanctity. |
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Your sins are not redeemed |
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by swearing perjury. |
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Your sense of self-esteem |
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has miles to go to sanctity. |
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Step inside with your commandments, |
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bring your holy book. |
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Show me your divinity. |
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To me you're just a sheep |
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with zippers in the back. |
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Your costume does not fool me |
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(Guitar Solo) |
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Your sins are not redeemed |
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by swearing perjury. |
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Your sense of self-esteem |
|
has miles to go to sanctity. |
|
Your sins are not redeemed |
|
by swearing perjury. |
|
Your sense of self-esteem |
|
has miles to go to sanctity. |
|
Your sins are not redeemed |
|
by swearing perjury. |
|
Your sense of self-esteem |
|
has miles to go to sanctity. |
|
Your sins are not redeemed |
|
by swearing perjury. |
|
Your sense of self-esteem |
|
has miles to go to sanctity. |
|
Your sins are not redeemed |
|
by swearing perjury. |
|
Your sense of self-esteem |
|
has miles to go to sanctity. |
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Your sins are not redeemed... |