| You are all goalless creatures
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| With no purpose or direction
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| But anew you’ve tapped into
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| My pain and rage in this insurrection
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| I, the maker, will descend
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| (And) to heaven’s fury you will bend
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| During the encore of the night
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| I will not stand idly by
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| While the people they apply
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| Themselves with eternity
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| O grave, where is your victory?
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| Death, where is your sting?
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| The sting of death is sin
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| And the power of sin is the law
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| Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
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| In the world you built upon me?
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| O grave, is this your victory?
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| Death, is this your sung?
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| Death, is this your sting? |
| Death’s sting
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| All your souls are bleeding out
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| You overstayed your welcome
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| All condemned and persecuted
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| To the sound of an angelic drum
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| All your souls are bleeding out
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| You overstayed your welcome
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| All condemned and persecuted
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| To the sound of an angelic drum
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| O grave, where is your victory?
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| Death, where is your sting?
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| The sting of death is sin
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| And the power of sin is the law
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| Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
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| In the world you built upon me?
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| O grave, is this your victors? |
| Death’s sting
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| When the mortal has has been clothed with immortality
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| To halt death’s gravity
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| Then what’s been written comes to pass
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| O grave, where is your victory?
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| Death, where is your sting?
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| The sting of death is sin
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| And the power of sin is the law
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| Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
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| In the world you built upon me?
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| O grave, is this your victory?
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| Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
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| In the world you built upon me?
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| O grave, is this your victory? |