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Countless hours, turning into, countless days |
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A doubtful outlook... |
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Digging from my grave, that's my home actually |
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Sick and angry for no reason at all |
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Falling into |
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Manson's thrall... |
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Charlie's stare will draw you in |
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A god reborn? |
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A total clown? |
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Now the truth...a five-six joke? |
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Or was he the one? |
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I can't change the exposed truth |
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God is gone, and never will, never was, never has been |
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Thoughts prevoke, a disgusting sight |
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If this is real? |
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Or a chemical life? |
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Digging from my grave, that's my home actually |
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Sick and angry for no reason at all |
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Falling into |
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Manson's thrall... |
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Charlie's stare will draw you in |
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A god reborn? |
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A total clown? |
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Now the truth...a five-six joke? |
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Or was he the one? |
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I can't change the exposed truth |
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God is gone, and never will, never was, never has been |
