Father I have sinned
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Forgive me for I don't know what I do
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I have become devoid of faith
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I am devoid of faith
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As I mutter these words into his ear
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His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear
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Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith
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In the one who's faulty life he helped erased
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He tells me that he can make things right
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I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life
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And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes
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This is a cold blooded crime
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But it just feels so right
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The upper hand is mine
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And so is his life
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On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
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Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
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This is not the devil's work
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This is a murder sermon, proven to be real
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Murder sermon
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Murder sermon
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On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
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Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
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This is not the devil's work
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This is a murder sermon, proven to be real
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I cannot be changed
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You're the one to blame
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Stare into the face
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Of the one you can't save
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So now you've taken all you can ingest
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I rip your still beating heart from your chest
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Look me in the eye as you take your last breath
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I hope your soul never rests
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I cannot be changed
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You're the one to blame
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Stare into the face
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Of the one you can't save
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Murder Sermon
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Whitechapel |