Temple by Matisyahu
When the house was burned,
we returned to the desert and wept
son's slaughtered, daughter's raped
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gone away are the sun's rays
and the days when our children play
Now they been crushed like grapes.
There ain't no escape.
This is your place, this is your kingdom.
This is your face, broken reflection
Am ma ma-ou...
Burn'n in a burnt down house
Silent victim from bite of regret
Sick with a symptom of name we forget
Forgot the skeleton?? left
Unforgiven, we are forgotten
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