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Not taking note of the fools or the wise
Being a pawn of time and chance
Not making vows when the flood waters rise
Is simpler than nails through your hands

Being a slave to the sultans of grief
Keeping the hand to the plow
Being held captive to public belief
Is easier than thorns through your brow

And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
That the Son of Man walks down

Being immune to the war of the heart
And never wondering why
To bury the conflict deep in the dark
Is safer than spears through your side

And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
That the Son of Man walks down

For him who burns with a creed and a flame
Words are as smoke on the wind
Some kind of volatile helplessness reigns
And can't fill the hearts of his kin

To go and enlighten the doomed and unwashed
Seized with the art of sacrifice
To carry the weight of a martyr-at-large
Is easier than giving your life

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And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
And it's a lonely road
That the Son of Man walks down

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