Candle lights and empty souls
Quietly behind the doors
A 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
Feed the rich and kill the poor
Turn out the lights and just ignore
Whats going on outside
Beating hearts of the depraved
We’ve turned the people into slaves
And we’ve given up before we’ve even try
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
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)
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Oh sweet providence
come save us from ourselves
from hell and consequence