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"Sell a mirage," says The Voice of The Cunning |
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Button-down yes-men market it well |
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"Sell a mirage and the hordes come running." |
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Cheap grace rains like pennies from hell |
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In the cool flame flickers some psychopath stickman |
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Weeping to the cameras |
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Begging for trust |
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But the seeds lie here |
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In a proud heart needing your covering under... |
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Under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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A cover under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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There's a refuge under the blood |
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Shutter the room |
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There's a Light penetrating |
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Stickmen tremble and cover their eyes |
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Shutter this room |
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There's a judgement waiting |
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Cheap grace rains down quite a surprise |
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In the stained glass ghetto |
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There's a hired hand setting up a table |
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In remembrance of no one at all |
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And if I'm that man |
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Could your mercy bring me back |
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Into communion? |
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Under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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Communion under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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Under the blood |
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Can you reach me? |
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Under the blood |
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There's a light in the hollow |
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Under the blood |
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Where you lead I will follow |
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And the blitzkrieg drones |
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And the bleeding earth groans |
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And your Comforter heals me, whispering hope |
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You're alive |
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In the soul of a sinner |
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Cover me under... |
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Under the blood |
