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The Word Made Flesh
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It looks to kill
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And fails to wait in sight
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It twists me from inside
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Carry all, heal the sore, I can no longer bleed
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What is this, thing I've been, you can set me free
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The one I see, a blinded fool corrupting me
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From within, worn away [sings: within]
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Find, by mind, abusive ways
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Allures me from restrain (I'd kill while others rape)
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Create the obscene, you can set me free
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Sense predicts the scorn
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The hour of peace is gone
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The one I see, a blind deaf fool forever be
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Burning me... [burning me]
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Worn fools that prey
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On a faith filled day
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Laughter stays, out of my way
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Pass through my dismay
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The Word Made Flesh
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| Paradise Lost |
