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Come to save our souls you say |
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Or are we just prey? |
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Should we serve? |
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A lie absurd called the holy word |
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Jesus Christ you're out of luck |
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Let's thrash that ****! |
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Can't they see what its come to be? |
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Preachers drowning in a sea of pity |
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But when we rise from the cloud of lies |
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We'll crush the church and take back our lives |
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Come to save our souls you say |
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Or are we just prey? |
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Should we serve? |
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A lie absurd called the holy word |
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Hide behind the cross telling lies of the absurd |
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How many alter boys are ****ed |
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Before your time is served |
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How often do you hear of |
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Some pastor's sudden fall from grace |
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Crying on T.V. with smeared make up |
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Running down his face |
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More and more the evidence is piling up |
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That organized religion |
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Is just a den for the corrupt! |
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Can't they see what its come to be? |
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Preachers drowning in a sea of pity |
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But when we rise from the cloud of lies |
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We'll crush the church and take back our lives |
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Your kingdom come will never cum |
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Your sense of faith slowly goes numb |
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Watching you rot from the insides |
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Patiently waiting your demise |
