The morning will come
We have to believe
Nothing for nothing
We have to live to die
On earth where everyone hides
So many faces
Complications
Adorations
Frustrations
Don’t tread on me
Don’t leave me be
Save the Attitude for the endless sleep
When we go to church
Before we go to work
We are all cursed
Only when we die will it no longer hurt
Freedom
It’s real
It’s so so real
Freedom
Your right
For a price
Running and hiding
In plain site
It will find you
The Father
The Son
And the Holy Host
Won’t help you
What Am I
Who am I
Tell us Why
We live to die
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The open the door, the only door
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You can’t escape your fate
You’ll find out
We all find out
What’s waiting for us
By Saint Andrews
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