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Fallen countenance, Searing conscienceThe ground opens its mouthYou trade one offering for anotherThe ground opens its mouth and receives...And you were reachingTrying to make a way for yourselfHow long, oh simple one,I've called but you've refusedAnd the sky opens its mouthDarkened hearts corruptAnd now the earth is filledAnd the sky opens its mouth to impede...The pride of humanityTo gratify what's vanityYour own hands condemnThey won't wash easilyAnd you open your mouthYou made your offering, to one anotherAnd you open your mouth and speak...And you were reachingLetras de cancionesTrying to make a name for yourselvesReaching, trying to make a name for yourselvesOh, the pride of humanity!To gratify what's vanity! From Letras Mania