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The cope (known in Latin as pluviale 'rain coat' or cappa 'cape') is a liturgical vestment, more precisely a long mantle or cloak, open in front and fastened at the breast with a band or clasp. It may be of any liturgical colour. A cope may be worn by any rank of the clergy, and also by lay ministers in certain circumstances. If worn by a bishop, it is generally accompanied by a mitre. The clasp, which is often highly ornamented, is called a morse. In art, angels are often shown wearing copes, especially in Early Netherlandish painting. more »

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Attain that which we desire
Is the message we take home
But with all rods in the fire
We can't make it on our own

We feel the guilt
Of wanting more
But until the scales tilt
We can't settle the score

Artificial light shows us the dark
Ignore the fact it's all a farce
Their bite is worse than their bark
Can't taste the sweet when it's so sharp
Artificial light shows us the dark
Ignore the fact it's all a farce
Their bite is worse than their bark
We've been damned from the start

Affluence is the goal
Or so we are told
You and me, we foot the bill
Loosening our hold
Old faces in a new role
Too corrupt to break the mould
You and me, we foot the bill
Keep reaching for the gold

As we spend, we forget
Those that face real struggle
Ethics and morals put to rest
Buried under social rubble

Blind to that which threatens all
Ignorance is bliss
Cash won't save you when you fall
No protection from death's kiss

Artificial light shows us the dark
Ignore the fact it's all a farce
Their bite is worse than their bark
Can't taste the sweet when it's so sharp
Artificial light shows us the dark
Ignore the fact it's all a farce
Their bite is worse than their bark
We've been damned from the start

Affluence is the goal
Or so we are told
You and me, we foot the bill
Loosening our hold
Old faces in a new role
Too corrupt to break the mould
You and me, we foot the bill
Keep reaching for the gold

Affluence is the goal
Or so we are told
You and me, we foot the bill
Loosening our hold
Old faces in a new role
Too corrupt to break the mould
You and me, we foot the bill
Keep reaching for the gold

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