| Once there was a time when we could learn
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| All the simple pleasantries a follower should yearn
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| Now all that I can do is watch them burn
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| And wish that I could save them all, or just one
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| See the fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end
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| Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere
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| Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
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| I see the way you look around the bend
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| Is it going to end, when?
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| The visions that I’ve seen have left me torn
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| Between the resurrection and the prophecy unborn
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| I think that I will document the fall
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| And say I hate to say it, but I told you all
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| See the fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end
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| Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere
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| Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
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| I see the way you look around the bend
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| Is it going to end, when?
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| Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
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| I see the way you look around the bend
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| Is it going to end, when?
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| Your side, choose wise
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| Your side, watch the change in time, when you whisper…
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| You still blame, is my message clearer?
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| Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
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| I see the way you look around the bend
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| Is it going to end, when?
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| When you change your mind is it going to end? |