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There's no god for you to worship, no master to obey |
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There's not a soul that you can blame for all the stupid things you say |
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There's nowhere you can turn to, no words to justify |
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Cos' no currency is valid for the faith you want to buy |
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No more excuses, no need for blind belief |
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There's no one to accuse to break yourself a bigger piece |
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No books to follow, no quotes to twist around |
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There'll be no more bending over just to reach for higher ground |
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GOD IS DEAD, HE'S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD |
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GOD IS DEAD, HE'S JUST A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED |
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GOD IS DEAD, HE'S JUST A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEAD |
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GOD IS DEAD, HE'S JUST A GHOST UNDER YOUR BED |
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There's no need for false confessions, no more feeling guilt |
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No powerlords to kneel before, no crosses being built |
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There are no rules for you too live by, no other cheek to turn |
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Stop begging for forgiveness, there's no lesson you must learn |
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No future conflicts no opinions that collide |
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There's not a trace of blood on your hands you don't have to choose a side |
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No pointless killing and no more feeling shame |
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No sacrifices being made in someone elses name |
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It's all make believe it's all conceived in your own dreams |
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You're painting pictures of imaginary scenes |
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It seems like you're looking for some kind of confirmation |
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But you're in desperate need of a different revelation |
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