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The profit is a fool the spirtual man is mad
For the multitude of thine inequity and the great hatred
Everyones trying to decide
Where to go when theres no place to hide
I follow the bombs as theyre coming down
This must have been hallowed ground
No matter what they decide to have done
Burn up the clouds block out the sun
My hope is in one they can't bring down
My soul is in hallowed ground
I see the fear its on the rise
Lets catch the enemy by surprise
Burry your treasure where it can't be found
Burry it deep in hallowed ground
