Look at you standing there so selfishly,
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Dressed to the nines,
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You look divine,
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You plead with people through their television screens,
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And laugh as bankrupt tears fall from their eyes,
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How do you sleep at night, how do you sleep at night?
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[Chorus]
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You filthy dogs,
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You sons of men,
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You will not stand there in the end,
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And rape the word of God,
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To feed your selfish sins,
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But you can change,
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There is still time,
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God help the scales fall from their eyes,
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And haste the day when we see burning satellites
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Your words are death inside a darken box,
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But we're poking holes one at a time,
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And though you try to fight soon everyone will see,
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When all your wicked games are brought to light,
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And all those tears they cry,
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Will then fall from your eyes
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[Chorus 2x]
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I can see them falling,
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Falling down,
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I can see them falling,
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Falling down,
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I can see them falling,
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They're falling down,
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I can see them falling,
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Burning
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Burning Satellites
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| We As Human |
