A Curious Lot

Now I'm free and I'm never alone
 Still I heap heavy woe on the clouds
 Accepted the plea to end the misery
 As I shield myself from the crowds
 I chisel away at the walls of my cell
 That chisels so slowly at me
 We are the meek who obtained the world
 And vengeance we bring unto thee
 I'm not afraid to die
 So please unholster that hate at your side
 I'm not afraid to... die
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 Comb the lies for admission of guilt
 Now your tales hold your feet to the fire
 Murderer, we are not alone
 And the torches they keep growing brighter
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 We are the meek and vengeance we bring unto thee
 
 We are not alone and vengeance we bring unto thee
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 The mark of Cain I forever bear
 That was penned from the blood of three lambs
 Innocence forever scrutinized
 Yet life never died from these hands
 From these visions I will never heal
 A ghost that will haunt till the end
 The scent of your wickedness fills the air
 Yet from home I'm forever damned
 I'm not afraid to die
 So please unholster that hate at your side
 I'm not afraid to die
 When you smother the truth all you foster are lies