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I am the nail that you strike
I am the spear that run you through

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

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

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

Hear the bell tolls
loud for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

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

Feel the hoof-beats
Pound across the
The sin of our
Lies our clutching hands

Watch the pass over
Hear its
The drunk of morning
Made me straight my bended