[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Bilski - Words: Rettke]
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Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes
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Strike any hour for this glory true lies
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Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate
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They kill and die for this unfailing true faith
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[BRIDGE:]
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Only one request
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To live and die for a lullaby
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And when the hammer falls
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A young child dies in his mother's arms
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[CHORUS:]
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Makes no sense to me at all
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Confessions of the faith for sale
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Waiting for the ones to fall
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Who is responsible?
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The kings of war
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Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face
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Prepared as teacher for the weary human race
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[BRIDGE / CHORUS]
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Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies
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They're livin' it up, there's no need to disguise
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Dragging the enemy down to his knees
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Give us the bravery, we're begging you please
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The ten commandments are free for a deal
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The future is over, it's breaking the seal
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Come on, raise up your hands
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And we're livin' it up to be free
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[BRIDGE / CHORUS]
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Black Religion
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Heaven's Gate |