| 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 nigga
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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 |