Providence

Count the lights on empty souls
 Quietly behind the doors
 Oh, bleeding us just for fun
 Men of power telling lies
 Shifty hands and thirsty eyes
 And they can smell your fear like blood
 Oh, my weary soul
 We've met your kind before
 Set fire to us all
 And oh sweet providence
 Come save us from ourselves
 From Hell and consequence
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 Feed the rich and kill the poor
 Turn out the lights and just ignore
 What's going on outside
 Beating hearts of the depraved
 We've turned their people into slaves
 And we've given up before we've even tried
 And oh my weary soul
 We've met your kind before
 Set fire to us all
 And oh sweet providence
 Come save us from ourselves
 From Hell and consequence
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 And oh my weary soul
 We've met your kind before
 Set fire to us all
 And oh sweet providence
 Come save us from ourselves
 From Hell and consequence
 And oh my weary soul (oh, my weary soul)
 Oh, my weary soul (oh, my weary soul)
 And oh sweet providence
 Come save us from ourselves
 From Hell and consequence