| A wounded world, an absent creator
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| Empty prayers fly through the air like burning papers
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| There’s a monster in the garden you call him god
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| There’s a monster in the garden eating you alive
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| The only religion I know is dripping from my pen
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| The only religion I know is my lips kissing her skin
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| Out of the darkness wolves will come
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| Out of the dark the wolves will come
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s targeting me
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s on a shooting spree
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| There’s a monster in the garden you call him god
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| There’s a monster in the garden ripping us apart
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| The only religion I know is holy poetry
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| The only religion I know is the heat of her body next to me
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| Out of the darkness wolves will come
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| Out of the dark the wolves will come
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s targeting me
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s on a shooting spree
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| Lost father hollow be thy name
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| Where were you when they screamed your name?
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| Where were you when the war began?
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| Where were you when the babies died?
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| Where were you when the mothers cried?
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| Where were you when they changed you name?
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| Where were you when in the darkest night?
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| Where were you when they pulled the trigger?
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| You were the gun in the hand of the killers!
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| You’re just a myth
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| You don’t exist
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| Show yourself
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| You’re not on the battlefield not in the cancer wards
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| Out of the darkness the wolves will claw at your door
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s targeting me
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| God is a gun and the bullets are free
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| God is a gun and it’s killing everything
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| A wounded world an absent creator
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| Empty prayers fly through the air like burning papers |