| Running out of luck
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| Falling short of faith
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| Feeling every ounce of passion decay
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| Watch my corrupted flesh
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| Turn to memory
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| I curse the day when I set foot on these wastelands
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| Dethrone and kill the Lord
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| Witness of death’s all you’ll find in the Christ’s corpse
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| Dethrone and kill the Lord
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| The only truth is that we exist just to die alone
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| Ain’t no abode of the blessed, we’re all dead weights
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| Birth is torment, faith’s deceit
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| I refuse I refuse to praise the weak
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| No redemption, hate’s the key
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| I despise I despise your gutless breed
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| (I've) turned my back on this world full of shit
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| Running out of luck
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| Falling short of faith
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| Feeling every ounce of passion decay
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| Watch my corrupted flesh
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| Turn to memory
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| I curse the day when I set foot among the mindless sheep
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| Born to bite never to obey
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| Left to rot despoiled of salvation
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| Can’t you feel the caustic breath of agony
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| Preaching death has now become a part of me
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| Eternal sleep is all I seek
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| Down in the gutter we sink
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| So warn your king
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| I’m the one who preys
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| Damnation for your phony saints
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| I’ll paint Heaven’s walls fucking red
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| Just pull the trigger, numb the pain
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| GOD’S DEAD
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| No mercy let the fire rains
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| GOD IS DEAD |