My my, thought you was done
Thought the revolution had had its run
Why why do you corrupt?

A sinner seeks sinners' sons
Lies lies, your rote manifesto
A reflex ain't no rebellion
Burn burn, leave your mark
Just don't leave it in the dark
Push
Push
Push
But the push becomes
My my, thought you was done
Thought the revolution had had its run
Why why do you corrupt?
Sons of a sinner seek sinners' sons
Push
Push
Push
But the push returns
as a burn
that turns
into a scar
and you wonder
where the breath has gone

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