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Thinly veiled, a cruel disguise |
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Vengeance lies behind these eyes |
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Glaring from the pulpit |
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As the Fallen Angels follow me |
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Plageristic sermons |
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Hiding voyeuristic undertones |
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Foolishly they will embrace |
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And ignorant they follow me |
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You've never truly known |
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The kind of place that I come from |
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You turned your back on all the signs |
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That bore the words of warning |
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Come to me my simple child |
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Tear apart your innocence |
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Pray with me beloved son |
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And I will help you find a way |
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Think before you throw yourself |
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Upon the tables and the merchant s |
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Are you sure this temple |
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Isn't just another cruel perversion? |
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You've never truly known |
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The kind of place that I come from |
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You turned your back on all the signs |
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That bore the words of warning |
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Don't look for comfort in this house of mine |
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Don't ask for mercy at my image or my shrine |
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Don't seek forgiveness at this house of mine |
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Don't build a temple here |
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And wait for me to walk into the fire |
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I will make this promise now |
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A simple thing, a sacred vow |
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Come with me my pretty Angel |
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I will show you how to fly |
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We will fall together |
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Into unforgiving night we plunge! |
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Chained by sin and clothed by guilt |
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We will be as one forever |
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Don't look for comfort in this house of mine |
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Don't ask for mercy at my image or my shrine |
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Don't look for comfort in this house of mine |
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Don't break the Holy bread or drink the Holy wine |
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Don't seek forgiveness at this house of mine |
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Don't build a temple here |
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And wait for me to walk into the fire |
