| The stench of the hopeless and wounded
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| The cries that escape from the depths of regret
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| A bleeding mass in procession
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| That fell on the path from which it strayed
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| A whisper in total darkness
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| To die at the hands of what we are
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| A breath escapes from the lifeless
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| The blind and the feeble of our decay
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| This is the pain we must suffer
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| This is the endless agony
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| This is the darkest of secrets we give our lives to keep
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| The light that’s surrounding
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| I am all that you’ve made me
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| Their endless desire feeds the fire inside me and all I can ask for
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| Take this life that you gave me
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| I’m not your Messiah
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| The fear that grows like a cancer
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| Held likes a breath and sacrificed
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| The blood that flows from the wounded
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| Consumed by the masses who’ve longed to taste
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| This is a prayer for the hopeless
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| This is an endless tragedy
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| This is the darkest of secrets
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| We give ourselves to keep
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| The light that’s surrounding
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| I am all that you’ve made me
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| Their endless desire feed the fire inside me and all I can ask for
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| Take this life that you gave me
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| I’m not your Messiah
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| I pray for redemption
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| These unanswered cries
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| In darkness it came to me and I breathe
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| Their distant voices sing to me and everything changes suddenly
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| The light that’s surrounding
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| I am all that you’ve made me
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| Their endless desire feeds the fire inside me and all I can ask for
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| Take this life that you gave me
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| I’m not your Messiah |