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Life (Is So Strange) - War

You will sweat without complaint,

expend your flesh, would-be saint

in sacrifice and self-restraint

'til death your soul has bidden.

Thy kingdom come,

deaf and dumb,

thy will be done!

And when our tool, your body fails

we'll use your tears to cool the nails

to hang you in your own travail

then throw you in the midden.