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The wage of sin is death
But what is this death
Is it where death was born
As taught by pious souls?
Who wage a war on peace
To thieve from what is free to deny
Our very breath in the guise of spirit
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be damned to burn
Will the dust return to dust
Shall the spirit be damned
Get thee back plastic shaman
Plastic shaman you fear your own truth is false
Fearing the wrath of God
It's men who hammer the nails
Fearing the death of our souls
While man cuts flesh from bone
Get thee back