God doesn’t love me. |
I have a lot to tell
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There is no confession |
give me an ashtray
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Inhale, exhale. |
Curse comes before acting
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If I get my body and mouth dirty Hell, will I think of you for a moment?
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You're my sleeping pill, my caffeine, my virus, my vaccine
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My bible, dirty magazine under my bed
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I'm in trouble
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We two perfectly fit pieces, different puzzles
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Fuck, this unholy world
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things that are sacred
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They cannot change me
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Nothing can save me
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You try to run away
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Run away from the world
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But then you run away
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Run away from yourself
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And you don't know the way home
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i trust me
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Believe in this visible moment
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trust this cup
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But they call me a non-believer
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You try to run away
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Run away from the world
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But then you run away
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Run away from yourself
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And you don't know the way home
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i trust me
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Trust my sweat on my hands
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trust my heart |
believe in love
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But they call me a non-believer
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than selling me drugs
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The great evil is selling answers that don't exist
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The answer catches my fear, ignorance and dissatisfaction
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A surplus business that sells back to me several times
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Eat raw. |
destiny, destiny
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Salvation seasoned with ideologies
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Hunger for an unknown future
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The root of all diseases that kicks the present prize
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It’s Hell’s kitchen. |
of their own home
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Gather under the bright red sign
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Saying this is the original, stick to your taste
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Selling is the same poison
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The scariest thing is overeating ideas
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If you cook just one meal, the upper leg will be bent
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I salivate until I can't hold the spoon
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Blind faith, a posture that can only be solved by seeing blood
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There’s no way home
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Breaking a healthy leg and making me use crutches?
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Do you make them chew a poison apple when they are hungry?
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Do you make them hold guns and knives instead of hands?
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are you clean
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Why do you make the ground crawl after breaking your intact wings?
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Kick your tongue and point your fingers?
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Does it mean that an innocent person can throw a stone?
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Isn't it a sin to throw stones?
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Oh God, he doesn't love me
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I know he doesn't love me
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Well, neither do I
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Neither do I
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We are others
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We are the others |