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Sinners on their chance to strike, wiling to let die
To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify
Crawling under lines of blame, in their hands they've got your fate
Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate
Shout, let us hear you preaching – listen to your pathetic voice
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice
Shout, let us hear you preaching – listen to your pathetic voice
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice
Lost Souls
Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale
The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale
Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky
Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by
Refrain
Truth won't be the same when one is born
There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on
Cursed by the palm of God
Bright – hope – blinded eyes
If everyone had a choice, religion would fate at dawn
Lost Souls
One day we will understand there are no winners in this race
Caused by your religions thoughts, we'll vanish in without a trace
With one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun
Put your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done
Refrain
Truth won't be the same when one is born
There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on
Cursed by the palm of God
Bright – hope – blinded eyes
If everyone had a choice, religion would fate at dawn
Lost Souls
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