I´m conscious of liars that cross my path
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The sinners ambitious to rule this land
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The gardens are dead and the walls have bled
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People betrayed in a secret rage
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody hears
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody show a better way
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The system´s in distress
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We feel the consequence, yeah
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Sinners and liars have crossed my path
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There´s simple disgrace from the souls of man
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My sister´s in rags and her babe´s in pain
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody hears
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody hears
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Turn it off
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Don´t hear the words I´m preaching
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If you deny the times of tribulation
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Don´t read the words I´ve given
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If you believe there´s sides to revelations
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Life that once was taken brings a million lives to isolation
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Brings a million lives to isolation
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody hears
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Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
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Turn it off, somebody hears
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Turn it off
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I´m conscious of liars that cross my path
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The sinners ambitious to rule this land
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The gardens are dead and the walls have bled
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Turn It Off
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