| God is dead.
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| I’m through seeking answers.
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| I’ve had it up to my neck.
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| All my life been stabbed.
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| in the mother fucking back.
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| Misled by Belial, way up above.
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| I spit on the ruins of what my life became.
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| God is dead.
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| Nice daily rituals, blood on your hands, killing time.
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| A dope friend son whose mother does nothing
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| but snorting white shit up her plastic nose.
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| Sell the house, kill the kids.
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| Tell Satan I’m on my way home.
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| I’ll keep on killing in the name of liberty.
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| I’ll keep on killing in the name of liberty,
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| through the Promised Land.
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| Never coming back.
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| Your God is dead.
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| I’m through seeking answers. |
| I’ve had it up to my neck.
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| All my life been stabbed in the mother fucking back.
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| Misled by Belial, way up above.
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| I spit on the ruins of what my life became.
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| Walk into the tomb where purgatory awaits.
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| Sodomy, this lord I penetrate.
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| We? |
| re all chasing dragons is the name of God.
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| Six, six, six. |
| / God is dead.
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| God is dead.
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| No more the scapegoat, evil is transformed.
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| I rape the sluts and kill the pigs.
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| Show the masses what I’m worth.
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| I beg for pain, evil done.
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| God is dead.
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| God is dead.
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| God is dead. |