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God is dead. |
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I'm through seeking answers. |
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I've had it up to my neck. |
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All my life been stabbed. |
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In the mother ****ing back. |
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Misled by Belial, way up above. |
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I spit on the ruins of what my life became. |
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God is dead. |
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Nice daily rituals, blood on your hands, killing time. |
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A dope friend son whose mother does nothing |
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But snorting white shit up her plastic nose. |
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Sell the house, kill the kids. |
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Tell Satan I'm on my way home. |
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I?ll keep on killing in the name of liberty. |
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I?ll keep on killing in the name of liberty, |
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Through the Promised Land. |
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Never coming back. |
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Your God is dead. |
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I'm through seeking answers. I've had it up to my neck. |
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All my life been stabbed in the mother ****ing back. |
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Misled by Belial, way up above. |
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I spit on the ruins of what my life became. |
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Walk into the tomb where purgatory awaits. |
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Sodomy, this lord I penetrate. |
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We?re all chasing dragons is the name of God. |
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Six, six, six. / God is dead. |
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God is dead. |
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No more the scapegoat, evil is transformed. |
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I rape the sluts and kill the pigs. |
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Show the masses what I'm worth. |
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I beg for pain, evil done. |
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God is dead. |
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God is dead. |
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God is dead. |
