| DECEIVER!
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| How can you believe in someone you haven’t seen?
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| While he’s stealing your thoughts and they’re collecting your green.
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| If there’s a God then what the Hell is he waiting for?
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| Immaculate Conception was nothing but a LYING WHORE.
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| All you know as biblical is nothing
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| more than fictional.
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| Thinking that you’re noble, but you’re just hypocritical.
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| Don’t attend your Sabbath Day, yet you still continue to pray; |
| believing it
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| will save you while you waste your life away.
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| The power of Christ compels you to be nothing but a slave to selective
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| morality.
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| So shut your mouth, get off your knees; |
| and follow me, follow me if you want to
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| be free.
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| You will be CRUCIFIED, cross your T’s and dot the I’s.
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| And then I think you’ll find that everything has been a lie.
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| Fooled for thousands of years by something created from
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| fear, the fear that death is the final frontier.
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| You think your savior can fix the broken?
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| You think your savior can heal the sick?
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| You think your savior can fix the broken?
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| Well fix this, you motherfucking hypocrite bitch! |
| «You will sit and wait for your king to arrive,
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| while he sits atop his throne and he watches you die!» |
| All you know as biblical
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| is nothing more than fictional.
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| Thinking that you’re noble, but you’re just hypocritical.
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| Don’t attend your Sabbath Day, yet you still continue to pray; |
| believing it
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| will save you while you
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| waste your life away.
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| The power of Christ compels you to be nothing but a slave to selective morality.
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| So shut your mouth, get off your knees; |
| and follow me, follow me if you want to
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| be free.
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| The only reason I wish that there was life after death would be so that I could
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| see you in hell next to me.
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| But you gave your whole life to a hope and a dream, that turned out to be as
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| fake as who you pretend to be.
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| DECEIVER!
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| You lived a meaningless existence, and I will laugh in your face as you reach
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| your death.
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| You will rot six feet under just
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| like everyone else, while the stench of foolishness lingers on your last breath. |