| 'Cause we’ll defy the maker
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| To make our own survive
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| 'Cause we’re the tainted ones
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| But we are the saviours of you all
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| Dig up the corpses
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| Let the blood run free
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| We need to see things die
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| To bring the dead to life
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| Humanity rests on plagues of locusts
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| Clip their wings to teach the world to fly
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| Because your feet are at rest
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| When the bombs start falling down
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| And the spooks in your closet
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| Are the smiles of discontent
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| Let the gallows fall
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| I will be the knife
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| Reach for our voices when
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| End of day has been and gone
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| Humanity rests on plagues of locusts
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| Clip their will to teach the world to fly
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| 'Cause we’re the poison in your blood
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| And we’re the noose around your neck
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| The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave
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| 'Cause we’ll defy the maker
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| To make our own survive
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| 'Cause we’re the tainted ones
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| But we are the saviours of you all
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| Dig up the corpses
|
| Let the blood run free
|
| We need to see things to die
|
| To bring the dead to life
|
| Humanity rests on plagues of locusts
|
| Clip their wings to teach the world to fly
|
| 'Cause we’re the poison in your blood
|
| And we’re the noose around your neck
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| The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave
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| 'Cause we’re the poison in your blood
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| And we’re the noose around your neck
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| The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave
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| To the grave
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| As we pray for floods, as the seasons change
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| The resurrectionists feeding the lives
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| The resurrectionists feeding the lives |