| Afterlife deserved
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| Is it really real anyway?
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| Wish I could find a better way
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| That I would lay me down
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| And give my life to you
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| The inner story, the purgatory
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| What does it all mean?
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| The Good Book says and I don’t really think they be wolfin' and if you already
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| get tooken
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| I shook those fears, and I don’t really believe and I should, and now the book
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| got me lookin'
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| Seem like some all types of hopes, folks,
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| copes
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| and what they lovin' the most (the most)
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| I had the weirdest dreams and guttural screams and demons were seen from coast
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| to coast
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| (Breathe) for the last time, sniff as if you deserve it
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| (Believe) if you don’t know by now, you just made it real permanent
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| (Sleep) inside the golden gate, somewhere everyone hates you
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| (Please) ain’t no savin', no face or nowhere to escape to
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| Eyes is wide shut but I gotta go visit
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| The automatism, the vision inside of my gut
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| Life is like «what?!», whatever you make it
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| Don’t waste it 'fore your time is up till the peace of you
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| That you can see knee deep, tryna sweep 'em
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| Keep 'em from peepin' you
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| And when the streetsweep keep
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| Sinkin' 'em, ain’t nobody speak of you
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| And that’s purgatory!
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| Afterlife deserved
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| Is it really real anyway?
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| Wish I could find a better way
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| That I would lay me down
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| And give my life to you
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| The inner story, the purgatory
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| What does it all mean?
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| Imagine a place that is darker than anything
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| That you have ever seen
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| The Earth is infected with evil in people
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| There is no vaccine
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| Baptized in blood, it’s too late for repentance
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| The rapture is here
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| Surrounded by flames and the smoke through the portal
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| The devil appears
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| Screams can be heard at the Valley of Death
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| As the torture begins
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| The judgment is poured on behalf of our Lord
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| We shall pay for our sins
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| Nothing to do but to suffer, eternity
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| Screaming in pain
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| Tortured by demons and minions from hell
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| As they’re praising his name
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| Please God, help me understand this plan
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| From this planet of madness
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| I try to walk the right path in this world inhabited by savage malice
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| I take a look inside but what I find behind my eyes is eternal sadness
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| I’m begging for forgiveness, Father, I don’t wanna perish
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| Let me rise from the ashes
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| Afterlife deserved
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| Is it really real anyway?
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| Wish I could find a better way
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| That I would lay me down
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| And give my life to you
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| The inner story, the purgatory
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| What does it all mean?
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| You cannot even see a movie
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| Without the thought of a killer comin' to get you with the Uzi
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| And you don’t even know the killer but he hit you with the tooley
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| And murdered many more, the motive made is the man is moody
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| And who is the one to shoot him? |
| He is, indeed his
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| Mother should’ve murdered him as a fetus
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| and beat his
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| Ass with his cleated Adidas
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| Jillian and Mayci are deleted now we live defeated!
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| Crooked cops is puttin' niggas in boxes
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| I watch this on the telly, every day a synopsis
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| Double cross this, really silly to pop quick
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| And not get caught with the prejudice for the chocolate
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| Caustic, burnin' so many right as the Glock spit or talked then he lost it
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| STOP IT! |
| All I was yelling 'til the last cough it was chalk shit no hospice!
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| The homeless, the onus is on us
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| Get blown up by the enemy and damn, it hurts
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| A stronger aroma of grown guts
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| Then bone dust, for infinity we damned at birth, handed dirt
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| A natural disaster, kill 'em all in the churches
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| The man at work?
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| But is the one working God or Satan?
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| Awakened in purgatory, people, welcome to planet Earth!
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| Afterlife deserved
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| Is it really real anyway?
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| Wish I could find a better way
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| That I would lay me down
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| And give my life to you
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| The inner story, the purgatory
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| What does it all mean?
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| *scratching* |