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Beliefs must evolve or face extinction |
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Shed dogma like snakeskin |
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No need for confession |
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Or astral projection I survive on the primal instinct within |
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Even a loving |
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God |
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Is still a master |
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Even a loving |
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God |
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Is still a master |
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Spare me your fear |
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All these childish superstitions |
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I've spent decades |
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Trying to purge your swill |
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From my system |
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God is in the mirror |
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Not hiding in the skies |
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This heathen temple |
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Will stand tall |
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Till the day I die |
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Till the day I die |
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Till the day I die |
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This heathen temple will stand |
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Tall |
