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In the aftermath of another escape from reality |
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Exhausted you lay, circled by nothingness |
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You sank so deep... lacking the strength to surface again |
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Miracles and revelations, or just hallusinations? |
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God tends to speak only at the moments of weakness |
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As ruins are easier to conquer |
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Guilt batters with a killer's fist |
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Forcing you to confess your supposed sins |
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Hoping for heaven, afraid of hell |
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You sealed your decay with a shallow prayer |
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How real can this revival be |
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When it's merely compensating your low self-esteem? |
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Life-long submission seems to be the price of faith |
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So, will the bleeding hearts give more than they take? |
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Drifting with the winds out at the sea of deceit |
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The fear of god is all you have |
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No sign of the promised salvation |
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An addict to punishment and restrain |
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Paints horns and feathers within the same frames |
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Helped up from the pit |
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And thrown down into a deeper one |
