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Disciples are ready to sacrifice, |
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Human life before the Gods, |
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While virgins wait in paradise, |
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Some find the truth in stars[?]. |
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Another claims we are born again, |
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Beyond the misty final dawn, |
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But how do we know right from wrong? |
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There's no writing on the walls. |
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Who pulls the strings? |
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You! Me! They! We! |
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Committing sin after sin. |
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The preacher on the sidewalk says: |
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"It's time that we repent (Our sins)" |
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So listen hard, and listen well, |
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'Coz he's from Heaven sent. |
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Who pulls the strings? |
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You! Me! They! We! |
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Committing sin after sin. |
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[Chorus:] |
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Read between the lines, |
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Make up your mind, |
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But what are we supposed to do, |
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If the reason to live is to die? |
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Look straight into the eyes, |
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Choose from the lies, |
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But how are we supposed to live, |
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If the reason to love is to cry? |
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To live is to die slowly, |
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Disciples of the lost and lonely. |
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I don't know where to turn, |
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Or who to believe, |
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With prowlers of the night, |
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I'm whole, I'm free. |
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[Solo] |
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What if our time in this crazy world, |
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Simply is the final round, |
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And we're just here to raise some hell, |
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And then go six feet underground? |
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Disciples, using the sin[?]. |
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[Chorus:] |
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Read between the lines, |
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Make up your mind, |
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But what are we supposed to do, |
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If the reason to live is to die? |
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Look straight into the eyes, |
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Choose from the lies, |
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But how are we supposed to live, |
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If the reason to love is to cry? |
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To live is to die slowly, |
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Disciples of the unholy. |