[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel]
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Saint with holly stings
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Halo and angel wings.
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Light! The masquerade begins.
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You are ideal hailed
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The code that has prevailed,
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The judge to blame me of my sins.
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Why do you chase me?
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Why d'you disgrace me?
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Why want to see me hurt?
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Or you see in me your mockingbird?
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You are the one who is always on right side,
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You are the one who is always the wise guide,
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You are the judge who has right to accuse me,
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You are the god to behold and excuse me
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Ready to blame everything but your old sins,
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Blaming my words but ignoring your own stings,
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Putting me wise as if you know the right way,
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You spit in my eyes as you see that just like me
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[You're]</i> sinner under mask of saint!
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Saint! The righteous man,
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You play your game again,
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You slake denunciation thirst.
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See mote - no beam descry,
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Fault's bigger in brother's eye,
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Why not you sweep you porch clean first?
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What I Must, what I May,
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What's to hail, to dismay,-
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What should I think, what should I say -
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You "put me wise" and I obey,
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Your turn to crucify,
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Next time it will be mine.
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You're sinner just like me
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On masquerade of piety...
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Maquerade Of Piety
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Vicious Crusade |