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Panic Run down the masses, burn all the books The rumor reigns Stagnant Psychic visions with spitting mouths and chained hands Take their brains away Monster Defend it for pity of ugly Evil with no shame Fight fair Hands up, lock eyes with a warrior of God Shoot him in the back Whisper Truth to your heart, shared only sparing Behind locked doors Belief Like the patron saint of ignorance Justify your way Hearsay A circumstantial execution Of virtue scorned Heresy Of one's who'd burn a world rather than bow a head Deny imperfection
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
Hearsay and Heresy
Panic Run down the masses, burn all the books The rumor reigns Stagnant Psychic visions with spitting mouths and chained hands Take their brains away Monster Defend it for pity of ugly Evil with no shame Fight fair Hands up, lock eyes with a warrior of God Shoot him in the back Whisper Truth to your heart, shared only sparing Behind locked doors Belief Like the patron saint of ignorance Justify your way Hearsay A circumstantial execution Of virtue scorned Heresy Of one's who'd burn a world rather than bow a head Deny imperfection
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
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