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Open wide the gates of hell
For that sick mind man who's never been there before
As another finds out with his own hands
As he turns the knob on suicide's door
Count the days or the hours
Count the face of the higher power
Gone and prayed and cowered
We need some answers from the higher power
I chew the angels
I gobble churches
The faces marble
To the wall etched in white
These graven images we've been known to worship
Do not bring me any comfort tonight
Count the days or the hours
Count the face of the higher power
Gone and prayed and cowered
We need some answers from the higher power
Man strikes forth
Man strikes forth
The higher power goes on
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