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Your Righteous Hand

Constantly falling
I hear you calling in the back of my mind
I donít understand why your righteous hand delivers everything unkind

Sweet oblivion
How comforting it feels to know nothing at all
Falling faster into disaster
Seems like there is no one left to call

There is no more innocence
Why is this hopelessness filled with bliss
Tell me why
Justify these dying lies