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- “Blood On My
Wings”
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- The
Last Supper is still in the frame,
- And
all I have left to blame,
- Is the shame I have inside
- Even
outside I can’t hide
- Just
more lies I sing
- Just
more blood on my wings
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- Hath
given forth upon usury,
- And
hath taken increase:
- Shall
he then live?
- He
shall not live:
- He
hath done all these abominations;
- He
shall surely die;
- His
blood shall be upon him [Ezekiel 18:13]
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- Buried
in a fading dream
- Rip
me apart by the seams
- And
hear the damnation in my screams
- But
in these dreams,
- The
picture is still in the frame,
- And
all I have left to blame,
- Is
the shame of letting you see the pain
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