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Flies to the honey

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.