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I am the nail you cant strike
I am the spear will run you through

And when the shots were falling we sound asleep
And you filled palms with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

I am teeth which bite
Ill tear garden up by the roots

And when the shots were falling we sound asleep
And you filled your palms dirty bombs
Instead of

Hear the seven bell
Ringing for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All the valley
towards the sun
The prophet sways and
Pulls a price from

Feel the heavy
Pound across the
The sin of our
within our clutching hands

Watch the pass over
its call-to-arms
The golden of morning
Made me straight my bended