People are searching searching for someone

Someone to catch and accuse

People are searching for someone to catch

And accuse of profaning their God

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People are searching, searching for someone

Someone to catch and abuse

People are searching for someone to catch

And abuse to maintain their façade

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So you better lay low you better stay outta sight

You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night

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Because if they discover what they can do

They’re gonna turn the guns on you

You better hide your psychic passe-partout

Before they turn the guns on you

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People are fearful fearful of someone

Someone who sees that they’re blind

People are fearful of someone who sees

That they’re blind when he looks in their eyes

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People are fearful fearful of someone

Someone who sees with his mind

People are fearful of someone who sees

With his mind the logbook of their lies

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So you better lay low you better stay outta sight

You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night

Because if they discover what you can do

They’re gonna turn the guns on you

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You better hide your psychic passe-partout

Before they turn the guns on you

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People are hunting hunting for someone

Someone to blame for the hate

People are hunting for someone to blame

For the hate that they feel in their souls

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People are hunting hunting for someone

Someone to blame for their fate

People are hunting for someone to blame

For the fate that is stealing their goals

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So you better lay low you better stay outta sight

You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night

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Because if they discover what you can do

They’re gonna turn the guns on you

You better hide your psychic passe-partout

Before they turn the guns on you

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People are lusting lusting for someone

Someone to kill and consume

People are lusting for someone

To kill and consume in their search for revenge

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People are lusting lusting for someone

Someone to kill and entomb

People are lusting for someone to kill

And entomb their church to avenge

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So you better lay low you better stay outta sight

You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night

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Because if they discover what you can do

They’re gonna turn the guns on you

You better hide your psychic passe-partout

Before they turn the guns on you

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