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Cut The Corts

Reveal
The irony of things
Yet to be
My sin is perfect
In tnŐ blood

Of a false and fallen faith
Of a false and fallen faith
Loved with scorn

All heaven and earth on me
I cut the cords
Attend the prophecy
I cuf the cords

Reveal
That was my sanity
Brought face fo face
Suddenly with the infinite I fear

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