| Gods are changing when people grow
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| And loose their faith from the hands of progress
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| They are transformed and look brand new
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| They change their names, but not their rules
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| Mercenaries will play the flute
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| Leading the rats with their comforting tune
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| To wash their sins in toxic lakes
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| Redemption comes with hideous ways
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| You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
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| To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of
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| Truth
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| So many people all have to learn
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| They must be sent to opposite directions
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| Misinformation is a rewarding art
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| A lost soul tastes just like old wine
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| You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
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| To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of
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| Truth |