I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell, I can't even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is starting to rise
I've heard it before and I know the truth from the lies

Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder?
And all of my dreams go under like the falling rain

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Voices that hover like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don't touch me now, won't let you crucify me
You ain't no damn jury, you can't pass no sentence on me

Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder?
And all of my dreams go under like the pouring rain

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Whose blood on whose hands?
Where's the promises they preached for this land?
Standing here with bibles clutched in their hands
Whose blood on whose hands?
Whose blood on whose hands? (whose blood, whose hands)

Execution day
Execution day

Father, my hands are shaking
I see the light that's breaking
Show me the way to set my soul free
I hope it rains on me, let it rain on me

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