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I've been building a nation, under the water, on top of graves
 On top of graves!
 I've been building a nation to construct the great revolt
 To tell them all, what I've sought out to seek in faith
 This viper has been purged from your body
 Intoxicated, sulking in regret
 Let in the words of an un-silent saint
 Let in the words He has yet to speak
 We must hold fast in truth
 We must hold fast in truth
 I know now, we can make this through
 I know its hard to breathe,
 When your lungs have failed you
 I know it's hard to live,
 With these lies shoved down your throat
 I know its hard to breathe & I know it's hard to live
 When your world comes crashing down!
 Prepare your heart with the truth
 For those sleeping, need it the most
 Prepare your heart with the truth
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