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Could a word hold power over mind and body
When it relates to the soul?
Long tragedies on battle fields
Children tortured, one million kills
Under the flag of our god
[chorus]
Desires turn to blood
As lust claims our souls,
With the simplest lie of all:
To be chosen by some god
Centuries of slander
Masked with opium slumbers
Aimed to control our essence
To breed and keep their hold with fear
