| Bow down- before the god of cash
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| The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast
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| No foundation for the frame by which you set your mind
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| Just a legacy of fiction for the feeble to find
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| Desperation breeding faith unto a pitiful lie
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| «Give us your money and we’ll open up our gullible eyes»
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| No redemption, not a reason, but a symbol of why
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| This digression of surrender is the science of lies
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| Believe the sacred blasphemy
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| They feed
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| That hollow voice inside of your head
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| Receive the fleeting fallacy
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| They breathe
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| Trace every step from where you were led
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| Look back and tell yourself what they said
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| (Now flee)
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| And now you feel it pulling down
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| How can you buy into a faith that hasn’t permanent ground?
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| Give me blood-soaked, sacrificial worth
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| Not the artificial product of a fraudulent birth
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| Give me selfless, consecrated reprise
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| Not a worthless contribution to the science of lies
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| Believe the sacred blasphemy
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| They feed
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| That hollow voice inside of your head
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| Receive the fleeting fallacy
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| They breathe
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| Trace every step from where you were led
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| Look back and tell yourself what they said
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| (Now flee)
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| Feel it pulling down
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| Believe the sacred blasphemy
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| They feed
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| That hollow voice inside of your head
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| Receive the fleeting fallacy
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| They breathe
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| Trace every step from where you were led
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| Look back and tell yourself what they said
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| (Now flee) |