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Fairy tales of fire. |
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More trials of strength |
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and tribulations that mean life or death for us all here. |
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You are boring me. |
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Solutions not emotion. |
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Emotion not declarations. |
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I'm repeating nothing. I'm caring not. |
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Save the tired cliche's for the already converted. |
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Poetic licenses have been severely strained. |
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Kill that albatross for it's not of truth. |
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It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice. |
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Kill that fucker there's no wrath to follow. |
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It's godless and it's incoherent. |
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And it's still in the flesh. |
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I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds. |
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And that's all you are, a politician. |
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Too much grey stop it , there's too much. |
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No cut and dry truth to be had. |
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Black and white's long been nonexistent, so i part my way. |
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Kill that fucker, there's no wrath to follow. |
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It's godless, it's incoherent and it's in the flesh. |
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Kill it. So what is the point anyway? |
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You do not give a fuck about people |
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and god takes care of his own. |
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Let's drag them into the streets. |
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Death to all carnivores and vivisectors, |
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and don't stop there. |
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Don't stop with names like fag and nigger. |
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By your own word we are all gods |
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and everyone anyone might think undesirable deserves death. |
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Sin doesn't exist anymore, we are merely animals. |
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Kill the albatross for it's not of truth. |
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It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice. |
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Kill that fucker there's no wrath to follow. |
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It's godless and it's incoherent. |
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And it's still in the flesh. |
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I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds. |
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So I part my way. |
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She'll shake herself free of us soon enough |
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and nothing will have mattered. |
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He's coming a second time, |
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one last time then it's just a matter of how long it will be |
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before we are considered a find. |
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Another artifact in the dips and rises of civilization. |
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But still it has turned into a commodity and i listened to you. |
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Every last one and still i ate it all. I believed it all, now i just hate it all. |
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I've never been so conceited to think that our fate doesn't lie in god. |
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So ask me again if i care. |
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I'm not for sale but i'm still coming after you and i am collecting. |