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secured limitations |
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you created this thing you call sin |
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a guide for the undisciplined sheep |
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through the pain and denial the pleasure reaped |
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a freedom contained within a shell |
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and all that's without you call hell |
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you scorn our existence |
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unclean despising our ways |
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shall the unclean come and infect you |
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for our ways, disheveling your hold |
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and the random perplexing the fled |
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behind the walls of concrete, they hide |
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secured limitations |
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from uncertainties the god-mind knows |
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and from the nothingness, all the wines flow |
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the affluence, the-mother's gift |
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but you can't, through the concrete |
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you scorn our existence |
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unclean despising our ways |
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shall the unclean come and inflect you |
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for the heathens have chosen a different light |
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and the vision of the all through the inner sight |
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for the freedoms and prisons are in the mind |
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secured limitations |
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from the uncertainties the god-mind knows |
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and from the nothingness all the wines flow |
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the affluence, the god-mother's gift |
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but you can't see, through the concrete |
