| Sincere devotion, I consecrate my loyalty
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| Replete devotion, I understand my purpose now
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| Permitting smoke to enter in
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| Intense sensation, crawling skin
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| Strength conferred as my reward
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| A surge of strength as I’m reborn
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| Container of my conscientiousness
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| A splendid sack my source of ruthlessness
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| My opposition finds unscrupulous
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| Your christian god I think is ludicrous
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| I am sworn to the Bag
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| Imbibe the fumes, unlock the chronic’s might
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| The high resumes, for the Bag I burn, to the death I’ll fight
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| The chains are broken, unrestricted, finally free
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| This strain evoken, operate omniscient weed
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| Permitting smoke to ender in
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| Intense sensation, crawling skin
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| Ambrosial piety, a test
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| Endochronic in excess
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| I’m not a wimp, I am a banger
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| It’s not a crutch, it’s my hammer
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| All other gots are meaningless
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| Yours on the cross I find ridiculous
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| Sworn to the Bag
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| The only golden calf that’s worth it
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| Fuck it |