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Don't care if I choke... |
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Sacrifice me for my sins |
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For my beliefs |
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Spit at me |
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Die... with me |
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When I'm gone |
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Death will come to you |
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Death will cry... |
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The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin |
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The words she said |
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For those words she would die |
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The crowd circles around her |
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Praising their merciful god |
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Her screams grew weaker |
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\"Heathen, heathen\" |
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The mass was shouting |
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The children that once were loving |
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Now their small hands were full of rocks |
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They found her bleeding |
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The dark night came creeping |
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Was she one of the devil's own kind? |
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Beyond belief |
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Beyond the pain |
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And grief |
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I lay low |
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And crawl deep |
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Choosing the narrow path |
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Fear your thoughts and let the father judge them |
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Walk the shining path and guide the weakling along |
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The crowd circles around her |
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Praising their merciful god |
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Their screams grew higher |
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\"Heathen, heathen\" |
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The mass was shouting |
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Hunt down the profane |
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And put them to the torch |
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Burn me on the fire |
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Call me liar |
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Shout at me |
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Cry for me |
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When I'm gone |
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Death will come to me |
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Death will cry... |
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Burn me on the fire... |
