Flies to the honey
Down on your knees
We see the filth
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He said he was clean.
Washed his robes in another man\'s blood...
Look at him now, not much better than scum..
Flies to the honey
The trap draws them in
To give false witness is a punishable sin.
The robe remains clean
The honey don\'t stick
And all of those flies
Go into the pit.
So judge not brother
And don\'t tell any lies
And when you are perfect, come, pull the beam from my eyes.