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Burn your christ inside |
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You'll never see the light |
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Your brainwashed eyes behold |
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The things you thought you saw |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell your life's a prayer |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell you were afraid |
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But your mind is gone for nothing |
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Inside your head is turning to a cabbage |
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Faith is just a curse |
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Unless it's build on trust |
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But how to trust a "man" |
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Who never show his face |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell your life's a prayer |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell you were afraid |
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But your mind is gone for nothing |
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Inside your head is turning to a cabbage |
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Your mind is gone for nothing |
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Inside your head is turning to a cabbage |
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The holy cross is made |
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To those without a string |
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Like the puppets without a soul |
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You're an easy target to pull |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell your life's a prayer |
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For a moment I reached inside |
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I could tell you were afraid |
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But your mind is gone for nothing |
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Inside your head is turning to a cabbage |
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Your mind is gone for nothing |
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Inside your head is turning to a cabbage |
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Turning to a cabbage |
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Turning to a cabbage |
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Turning to a cabbage |
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Turning to a cabbage |
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Turning to a cabbage |