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Come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone
Empty the pockets of the innocent victim
Bound by fear
We misplace trust
In your voice
Inside these walls
Convincing us we have no choice
Gaze upon these stares of naïveté
Two thousand years replaced with
18 inches of our faith
Bound by fear
We misplace trust
In your voice
Inside these walls
Convincing us we have no choice
And this reflection
On where the message lies
Stained glass and marble
Or somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside
This message you will only find deep inside
To read these words
You keep looking down
But the sky's message was written in the clouds
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