| Ammunition is for the weak
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| Those who speak what their masters spoke
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| And all of your pride you can surely keep
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| Full of pride though completely broke
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| Sweet believer, the unholy gospel
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| All your folks won’t teach you nothin' more than fancy words
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| Sweet believer, what is it that you fear?
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| Is it a monster or your opinion’s possibly quite absurd
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| You can’t have what you never felt
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| Cause all you’ve seen is through your stupid eyes
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| Remove your ugly and restrictive belt
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| Count your blessings, I’ll count the tears you’ve cried
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| Sweet believer, what have you sacrificed?
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| Don’t you need to bleed before you can develop thought?
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| Sweet believer, its more than simply life
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| Its all I have and all that you have seen?
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| Now I know that you are wrong
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| Now I know that you are wrong, so wrong so
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| Now I know that you are wrong
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| Now I know that you are wrong, so wrong, so wrong |