Every time I see you pray
Every time I hear you claim
Every time I see you pray
Every time I hear you claim
That I will not be able to go on
That I will not be able to go on
I was wrong to think that you're smart
That you're good for something, I can't believe you're not
You think that you can make a soldier out of me?
A heartless beast ready to kill your enemies
I'm not a wrench not a machine
Not a believer not a marine
Something's got to change in the world that we're living
I see the leaves turning brown while the king removes his
He removes his
He removes his
No hopes for the impostors
We're living just once in our promised lands
When someone's decision is your fate
I was chased by the sinners
They keep on telling me to pray for my life
Their broken promises remain on smallest smithereens
From the collection of my dreams

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