I shake the dust from off myself And set my face like flint. Scorch the thorns entangling me And pull me closer into you, Because this citys full of devils And the streets clad with coal. I remember every waking day As I chewed on your soul. On and on, A recollection of our failure On and on, Forget the past, were moving onward. Tell my devils Im never coming back I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel ashamed. I can see that your motives are not pure, theyre not yours! THROW THE STONES, THEY WEIGH HEAVY IN YOUR HANDS! THROW THE STONES, THEY WEIGH HEAVY IN YOUR HANDS! On and on, A recollection of our failure. On and on, All the people crushed on the threshing floor. I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel ashamed. This body, a burning building, Its nothing but flesh and bone. This body, a burning building, Turn and run or face the hounds. FACE THE HOUNDS! Tell my devils Im never coming back.
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