look at you shake...
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I see it on your face...
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why are you so afraid...?
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looking down from above for much too long
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on the masses you're here to serve
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established as such but never as much as
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the voice of the people's word
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decisions of war and who needs thinking for
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it's a kiss-up to the 1% and dismissal of the poor
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you don't even live by the laws you give
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and your welcome here is wearing thin
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our fear...
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palms to the sky that wait to be filled
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raised in surrender under the breaking of wills
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deserted, diverted, left to rot and to die
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you've used us, abused us, all your promises - lies
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from the history books and the twisted schools
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we've been taught to question you was betrayal
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and that you would never think of us as beneath you
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that to challenge you would mean to fail
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but hope we've received through God and we believe
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he remembers the afflicted, his justice will be seen
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though so many have yet to receive his light
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soon they will know the message of Christ
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your fear...
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a stirring within us has opened our eyes
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surely God above breathes the breath of new life
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though you'd rather we looked to the strength of ourselves
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God will be our source of power, and the world we will tell
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your fear...
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is our hope
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It's All About Fear
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| The Crucified |
