The Lamb
Om Remedy
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You can make a sweater
Out of his coat
And you can make a coat
Out of his skin
If you slit his throat
Before you begin
You can do worse things
There are worse sins
But first things first
First things first
You could drink his blood
If you have the thirst that I do
Do you think of the flood
We were cursed with?
He sent his angels down
To be tested, just like you
And He came down Himself
To be bested, just like you
Just like you
Out of his coat
And you can make a coat
Out of his skin
If you slit his throat
Before you begin
You can do worse things
There are worse sins
But first things first
First things first
You could drink his blood
If you have the thirst that I do
Do you think of the flood
We were cursed with?
He sent his angels down
To be tested, just like you
And He came down Himself
To be bested, just like you
Just like you
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Just strike you, just strike you
To teach is frightening
So spake you, so spake you
I'm the cause of the death ring
Who made you? Who made you?
I'll be in charge of echoes
I count on you
I count on you
Swear an oath
All the spinners of lies
Are well-betrothed
Devote your all to a force
The thunder on high
Just dropped by
On a horse
You can make it better
All the splinters of eyes
Are like a moat
Surprise your aye's
Wail on by who co-wrote
The fallen skies
Tenderest shout
Sing louder than the clouds
Pounding on the ground with rain
All the locks do smear your name
So merciful, your refrain
I am calling you to claim
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