Is this an ending? Is this a placement?
Is this a world war? Is this salvation?
Take back what you've placed on me,
I'll take back what I placed on you.
Oh, I've already taken it back.
A father's heart with a reckoning so great
This is for the love of a diminished fate.
We spoke this to the sick.
We spoke this to the dead and dying.
But what we spoke, concerned the plague
And the blood it shed in a figure eight
Became so overwhelming.
Now courtesies have never been so far from the truth
Cos the guilty beg for a doctor and they're begging still.
Let peace breed peace, Let war breed war.
Let the dead bury their own dead
Let the Martyr's laugh just a little louder.
For the days of the out-pour are here.
So praise the coming of the Lion and the Lamb.
Let the damned be damned and the blessed be blessed.
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