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Boy Sets Fire Tomorrow Come Today Bathory's Sainthood Do you feel alive now that you own the dead Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face Your deception's given us a way to separate The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone Genuflect away the sins that we've known Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines Torches to bridges and bridges to torture Headlines distort what we see as our borders And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same. |
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