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Dare you step outside the circle

And turn your back on their spiteful eyes

They call us thieves. Whores and heretics

And they would tear us down

At any chance they had.

Burn the spirit within

Leave me hopeless with nothing to win

Burn the spirit within

With nothing within you've got nothing to win

I spit on your morality

And I eagerly wait to walk away

I have torn my soul in ten thousand shreds

And just a look at one would leave you blind

Thieves, whores, heretics –What is there to lose

They drag me down

And I lash out in desperation

The more I see of you perverse virtues

The more I know of what to do

Burn the spirit within

Leave me hopeless with nothing to win

Burn the spirit within

With nothing within you've got nothing to win