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I'll carry it out
Your will, it will be done
Bathe my feet amongst the wicked
Washing my mind in you alone

Injecting my soul with red words
Building a structure
Through your hands
My name's in the book
Weak spine, no more
I'll carry it out   Your will, it will be done   Bathe my feet amongst the wicked   Washing my mind in you alone      Injecting my soul with red words   Building a structure   Through your hands   My name's in the book   Weak spine, no more