| Born into the darkness
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| Thrown into the viper’s den
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| The serpent in the cradle
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| Takes the child into its nest of sin
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| Slowly suffocating
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| The souls of victims it has found
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| Into the vicious cycle
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| On the path that only leads us down
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| Rat-race-fueled machinery
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| The system of corruption
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| Have we become so cold and numb
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| We’re blind to its destruction?
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| We’re forging in the fires of greed
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| Our idols made of gold
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| Then bowing down before them
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| With corrupt, adulterous souls
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| Opened eyes
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| Realize…
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| What we have done
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| What we have seen
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| What has become of our lives
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| Corrupted our dreams
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| What we have lost
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| And what remains
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| Paralyzed by the venom that runs through our veins
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| There’s got to be much more to life than this
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| The world’s caress is just the serpents kiss
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| The demons veiled as angels
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| The darkness as the light
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| The poison seems so harmless as you drink of it tonight
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| We reap the harvest we have sown
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| Empowering our enemies
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| We dress the wolves as sheep
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| And then forget their true identities
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| Forgive me
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| Now I see…
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| -instrumental section-
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| Father, bring us back to You
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| We’re lost sheep, afraid, confused
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| Tangled in the snares that grow
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| Along this road of pain we choose
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| And though we’ve wandered far away
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| We’ve turned around and lost our way
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| Though we are the prodigal
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| With open arms for us You still await
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| All we are is laid to waste
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| All we’ve seen crumbles in haste
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| Everything under the sun is vanity put in its place
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| You have seen this all before
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| We are nothing, nothing more
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| We’re the ones who betray You
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| Yet we’re the ones whom you adore
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| I stand before You as a child
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| By this world I’ve been defiled
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| Stained and poisoned, burned and beaten
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| Bruised and wounded, sick and vile
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| With hands reaching out to You, I run
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| Realizing what I’ve done
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| You take me in your arms, a reunited Father and son…
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| And all illusion ceases to exist
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| The world’s caress is just the serpent’s kiss |