the soiled ground for the sacrifice,
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dispelled, crippling, faulty, holyland.
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i am your martyr, your stigmata...
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the tears turn to blood, beneath my eyes.
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my body listens... as you whisper.
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my fingers bend... as i'm nailed to your cross
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the splinters etch... hearts in my back.
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i denounce this crucifixion, i deman another sacrifice.
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a cast shadow over this narrow hill,
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pulling my fingers from these nails...
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there will be no use for a second coming.
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Jesus & Tori
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| The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
