Buried in bruises, shrouded with disguise
Don’t tempt the want and the will and the wish; begin to proselytize
Bleached robes to cover the woes of all the people you demonized
They hid, they ran, reached out their hand, and you refused it
His Son reigns supreme in the land of the free. Casted with your holy word, and the whole world is your curse
Isn’t the pain enough for you to care?
Count the scars, deep enough for you to feel
Forked tongue to your fellow man
Don’t tempt the want and the will and the wish; begin to proselytize
Bleached robes to cover the woes of all the people you demonized
They hid, they ran, reached out their hand, and you refused it
His Son reigns supreme in the land of the free. Casted with your holy word, and the whole world is your curse
Isn’t the pain enough for you to care?
Count the scars, deep enough for you to feel
Forked tongue to your fellow man
( Foreign Pain )
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