| I don’t want this, I don’t need this
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| I don’t give a single fuck about your thoughts and prayers
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| Salvation in destruction
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| And I am the apostle of pain
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| There’s more money in tragedy, and more net worth in self pity
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| So you’re doubling down inside of your screen
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| Hiding behind attention you seek
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| There’s nowhere left for you to hide the bodies!
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| Don’t pray for me, when you’re the one to blame
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| Don’t think of me, when you go up in flames
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| Don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved
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| No miracles, just fantasy
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| So spare me your pity symphony
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| Wake up and get up off your knees
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| Handcuffed by Sunday fallacy
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| Crucify the saint in your soul
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| An addict for plaudit you get your crucifix!
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| Don’t pray for me, when you’re the one to blame
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| Don’t think of me, when you go up in flames
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| Don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved
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| Don’t wish me well, in your fantasy
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| Don’t pray for me
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| You know the dead can’t hear you
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| The holy well is dry
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| So when you face the truth
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| Open your fuckin' eyes!
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| Preying on the violence
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| You fabricate a script
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| Preaching to fill your pockets
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| But your god is counterfeit
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| You love to play the victim
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| Can I get an amen?
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| Yet you canonize yourself
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| While you wear this crown of shit!
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| Don’t pray for me, when you’re the one to blame
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| Don’t think of me, when you go up in flames
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| Don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved
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| No miracles, just fantasy
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| You get what you pray for
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| You don’t get anything playing the part when it’s insincere
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| So give up the pain, give up the game
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| Just give up the holy ghost
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| You won’t get what you pray for, won’t get what you pray for
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| Won’t get what you pray for!
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| Fuck! |