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| what's in your name that makes you so great? |
| (your synagogue of freedmen take him away) |
| we listen to your words and have to obey |
| (but it's blasphemy he has to face) |
| chain me up, try to make me profess |
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| then i'll gladly surrender myself to the flames |
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| produce your false witness to testify against us |
| (i'll walk in your furnace if it turns me to dust) |
| your verdict shall ring to the ends of our nation |
| (the stones that are thrown are your resolution) |
| we'll open our arms to your punishment |
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| and openly walk down your streets crying |
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| we have challenged your whole lives |
| have peeled apart your eyes |
| have given you the truth |
| still you place us in a tomb |
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| it's your earthly view of life and death |
| (your threats aren't enough to keep me silent) |
| as you place your heel upon my chest |
| (and continue to hide behind your violence) |
| im not scared of what comes next |
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| but give me the chance and i'll die |
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| pit me against him |
| an easy choice |
| a living soul |
| a common voice |
| two or more |
| breaks my prideful wall |
| and if it takes this |
| i'll take the martyred fall |
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