When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
There's nowhere we can hide
But with the beast inside
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come



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