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Correct My Falling Idle Lyrics
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The Weight Of Atlas
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Correct My Falling Idle
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I only wish I could be half as pure as you, But the devil inside is craving too much and It's only getting worse, all I see are demons hiding behind human skin Holding up faces pretending we're just like them, Help me burn them Burn all these demons, I will guide you to the promised land I lost my beliefs as a child when I couldn't find a single joy in my life, But now I'm gifted with sight Set I cannot find faith in all my strife I can't let them see me for who I really am, My hopes are drowning where are my false prophets now? I'm not afraid to brave these frozen winds claws trembling. Why can't I be just like them? It's only getting worse. All I see are demons hiding behind human skin Holding up faces pretending we're just like them Help me burn them Burn all these demons. I will guide you to the promised land. I talked to god and I said I need a way to save all my friends, When he replied he made his demands Worship me Worship no other man. Give me your life Give me all you can. So I knelt before a god who was fake bowed my head and started to pray (It's only getting worse) All I see are demons hiding behind human skin. Holding up faces pretending we're just like them Help me burn them Burn all these demons. I will guide you to the promised land Tonight we make, a sweet embrace. Call out in distress for those who pray. Tonight we may just lose our faith, Call out in distress for those who pray. I have abandon my faith, All that you've left is a disciple of hate. I can't take this distain That I have for this race. Tonight we make, a sweet embrace Call out in distress for those who pray. Tonight we may, just lose our faith. Call out in distress to those who pray Tonight we make, a sweet embrace Call out in distress for those who pray. Tonight we may, just lose our faith. Call out in distress to those who pray.
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