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As an outlet for oppression, |
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and as a tool for control, |
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Icons of a sterile creed have come to rule man's destiny. |
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In the guise of self-made saviuors |
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They've tried to enslave us all, |
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But these holy chains of imprisonment will be shattered |
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by the death of god. |
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Encircled by a deceitful light, |
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You escape the harsh reality. |
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Live sheltered from the awful truths |
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You internalize the lies of a dead revelation. |
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Within the iron gates of fate, |
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They send their lambs to certain death. |
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Control, kill, justify |
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You've internalized their lies of a fake revelation. |
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You buy redemtion, they crush your pride |
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And feed your mind with visions spawned by fools. |