For as they walk through life's valley with a standard of death
Death will follow
Just as the 'cause will in time make their misery known
The guilt and sorrow
They create the need (they give you vinegar and bile)
They bring the alms (they give you words and a smile)
They revel in filth (that they stole with their cynical guile)
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At the roots of your ideal, there is a lesion
An insult to the sanctitude of life
Could not the fall be a part of our completion?
If not, it's at the heart of our strife
They create the need (they give you vinegar and bile)
They bring the alms (they give you words and a smile)
They revel in filth (that they stole with their cynical guile)
They precede the fall (they place you back in the womb)
They miss the mark (they are the authors of doom)
They are bound to fail as their world comes crashing down
We transgress
We are brought into life through iniquity
We're all sinners
And thus death has reached ubiquity
By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration
No, they miss the mark
They miss the mark
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For those who walk through death's valley with a standard of life
Life will follow
And though the stains of our being may bring out the worst
It won't be hollow
They create the need (they give you vinegar and bile)
They bring the alms (they give you words and a smile)
They revel in filth (that they stole with their cynical guile)
They precede the fall (they place you back in the womb)
They miss the mark (they are the authors of doom)
They are bound to fail as their world comes crashing down
We transgress
We are brought into life through iniquity
We're all sinners
And thus death has reached ubiquity
By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration
No, they miss the mark
They miss the mark
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They miss the mark
They miss the mark