A dead issue, don't wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleepingA guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the crossI feel you, relate to you, accuse youWash away us all, take us with the floodsThen throughout the night, they were raped and executedCold hearted worldYour language unheard of, the vast sound of tuning outThe rash of negativity is seen one sidedly, burn away the dayThe nervous, the drifting, the heavingWash away us all, take us with the floodsThen throughout the day mankind played with grenadesCold hearted worldAnd at night they might bait the pentagramExtinguishing the sunWash away man, take him with the floods
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