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Fed up with bullshit mind castrating lies the more you preach and the less |
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I wanna hear 'cause you're one of a kind, how can you relate with yourself |
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Sleep well with the sickness that you are |
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Yeah, it's you driving me mad so take your life miles away from mine |
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(Miles away from mine, now come on) |
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Weak and frustrated you all look like |
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A swarming mass of pathetic sick pigs wallowing in lies |
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Still repressing your instincts 'til the day you will finally collapse |
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I don't care, but don't try to fool me for I know the sick bastards that you are |
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We don't need no saviour on a cross no more |
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I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
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We ain't craving for a second coming at all |
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I will not uniform I'd rather slash my throat |
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I see right through your shell deep down where demons dwell |
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Despite your lack of sin you look like shit within |
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There ain't no saviour that can save you from yourself |
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No matter what you'll never be free from the beast within |
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Ages flow lies perpetuate breeding on and on |
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And the worst part of all this bullshit has yet to come |
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We don't need no saviour on a cross no more |
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I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
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We ain't craving for a second coming at all |
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I will not uniform I'd rather slash my throat |
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The ravage of war dwells inside the hearts of men |
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Faith ain't but an excuse to justify the need to kill |
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Destiny, falling off the pieces - Terminal, the state of your disease |
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Same old nails for a new messiah |
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We don't need no saviour on a cross no more |
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I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
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We ain't craving for a second coming at all |
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I will not uniform I'd rather slash my throat |
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We don't need no saviour on a cross no more |
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I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
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We ain't craving for a second coming at all |
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I will not uniform I'd rather slash my throat |