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lyrics
1
Alex, I’ve been collecting all the evidence
For my case against everyone
Like so many marks of Cain, these crimes of hate
Will outlast all your works of love
Is it just the way we were born
Is it just the way we were brought up
You tell me to be strong, you tell me it won’t be long
You tell me to accept the shit I see
I never asked to eat the apple
All my life I’ve had to permit the infamy
Is it just the way we were born
Is it just the way we were brought up
I want to be reborn, but I’m afraid to die
All these horrible things, I can’t leave them behind
All the sticky leaves in spring are sticking to me
I am so afraid of suffocating
As soon as I decide there is no treaty to be signed
The endless rebellion comes back on
Leading me to tempt the tormentor, and so I return the ticket
Even if I must be wrong
Is it just the way we were brought up
Is it just the way we were born
2
The silent fears of eternal flame,
The wild hearts we cannot tame,
The wretched beasts who murder and maim,
I want them all in heaven
The ones who never played the game,
The ones who never knew the name,
The ones who lived a life in shame,
I want them all in heaven
Those who saw through the glass,
Those who lived in darkness past,
Those who fell down and breathed their last,
I want them all in heaven
Those who cannot help but oppress,
Those who choose under duress,
Those whose hearts have known no tests,
I want them all in heaven
The one who drops the bomb and cries,
The one who doesn’t have to face his crime,
The one who kills, the one who dies,
I want them all in heaven
Those souls coming apart at the seams,
The pure of heart, whatever that means,
The ones collecting finer things, the ones who sleep and do not dream,
I want them all in heaven
I want to see with my own eyes
The lion lie next to the hind
The victim come up to rise
And embrace their murderer in heaven
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Still I ask, is there a place for me and you?
Among the lies was anything true
But what else can we do besides
Bow our heads and pray to heaven
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