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My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night
Deceptive icons were finally
Taken out of my sight
As the contender to origin
I will forever unveil His might
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I am the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
Through my years of sacrifice
Evolution came with lessons learned
Respect and fear
Is what I earned
So underestimate not your vision
Or you will be taught
Calculate your intuition
And you will teach
You have all been conned
And I always take the blame
For you do not understand
You are all the same
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I am the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night
Translate to:
My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night
Deceptive icons were finally
Taken out of my sight
As the contender to origin
I will forever unveil His might
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I am the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
Through my years of sacrifice
Evolution came with lessons learned
Respect and fear
Is what I earned
So underestimate not your vision
Or you will be taught
Calculate your intuition
And you will teach
You have all been conned
And I always take the blame
For you do not understand
You are all the same
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I am the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night