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That crucifixion meant nothing to me. |
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Just another fairy tale passed down through the centuries. |
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I've heard the myth of how he came to save this world, |
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But what good is a savior |
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When the cemeteries are already full? |
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I look around and all I see |
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Pain and hate and sickness, misery. |
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We are alone. Abandon hope. |
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How can you possibly believe in a God you can't even see? |
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It makes me sick to hear you speak, |
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Your mind a grave of false beliefs. |
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Please, just help me understand |
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Why you place trust in this dead man. |
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Pray with all your faith |
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That your king will bring relief. |
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He is dead and gone. |
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Empty is your savior's throne. |
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Cry out for a God to hear your prayers. |
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Don't be surprised when the silence |
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Deafens your anxious ears. |
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As I face these evil days, I rely upon myself. |
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I find no relief above, I do not need his help. |
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But I'm sinking deeper into a life completely void. |
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Now I see what I truly am, |
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Nothing but a coward. Am I damned? |
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I'm not alone. Embraced by hope. |
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I wanted nothing more than to destroy your bloody cross. |
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But redemption found a son of hell |
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In a world completely lost. |
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Now I've come to understand |
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I have betrayed salvation's hand. |
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Love and fear divine. |
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I have come to realize |
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Fools that laugh and mock beware, |
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Most will surely weep in hell. |
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I was the traitor with His blood on my hands |
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And I should be... |
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The one to burn. |
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It was me whose back was turned. |
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Once an enemy of the Wrathbearer. |