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Jim Jones: "Keep your emotions down. Keep your emotions down. Children, it will not hurt. If you'd be--if you'll be quiet. If you'll be quiet." |
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We're gathered here to be splattered here |
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Along the wall in a circular shape |
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Just like a pill washed down with laudanum |
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We corrode our insides |
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Hands stretched to the crooked cross |
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We sing in a heavenly way |
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Our bodies burn in euphoria |
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Because we've become the slaves |
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As I crawl down the altar |
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I see no heaven here |
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But only illusions |
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That start to seem so real |
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And I worship |
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Worship you |
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I pray for bulimic bliss |
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But her poison is forever |
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Inside my soon-to-be corpse |
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In her church there's no remorse |
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I worship your face divine |
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Pledge allegiance to your name |
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I surrender this life |
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Because there's opium in my veins |
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As I crawl down the altar |
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I see no heaven here |
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But only illusions |
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That start to seem so real |
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I... I... |
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I worship your face divine |
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Pledge allegiance to your name |
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I surrender this life |
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Because there's opium in my veins |