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38 lines
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Just like the spread of disease.... Ya... Ya...
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Debt and guilt or guilt and decree, the masters that we please.
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Yet if we seek help for infirmities, we are made twice the sons of hell as before.
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Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
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Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
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While religion tries to blame what we cannot see, I accept that part of the problem is me.
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It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity,
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Through select revelations that we choose to believe.
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Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.
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Familiarity is the great deception, disguised by authority, sealing out subversion.
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Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth, for we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life.
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Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease.
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The horrors of beliefs and customs, camouflaged by commonality.
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Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.
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I still believe that there is hope for us, but I believe we must look outside
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The sanctuaries of oppression that have brought our world so much pain....
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Yeah....
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Another blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes).
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Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth.
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Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease (plagued by disease).
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Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand), only to be plagued by disease.
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Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.
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Name The Plague
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Artist As I Lay Dying
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Album The Powerless Rise
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