| Praise him, praise his holiness
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| Praise him, praise his holiness
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| Praise him, praise his holiness
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| Praise him, praise his holiness
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| Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
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| Thou have no right but to do thy will
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| Do that, and no other shall say nay
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| For every man and every woman is a star, yeah
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| There is no god but man
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| And with disciples I stand
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| To deliver the law
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| This is my masterplan
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| And now it’s said and done
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| The end has finally come
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| May the disciples rise
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| Just like the morning sun
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| I am the name in the word that is elevenfold
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| Not like the bible, I’m the truth that you all behold
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| I am the lamb without the flame but I still lead you
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| And even without a classroom I can still teach you
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| And now I give you the essence of my own life
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| With every rhyme I slice and cut away my own sun
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| And now I’m blind but by a single flame I see
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| The number one, the god that is inside of me
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| The hanged man, a metamorphosis complete
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| Or call me Hypnos, the great Greek god of sleep
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| Or Poseidon, the venerated god of the deep
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| Or Jesus Christ, Charlie Manson of this whole scene
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| There is no god but man
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| And with disciples I stand
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| To deliver the law
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| This is my masterplan
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| And now it’s said and done
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| The end has finally come
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| May the disciples rise
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| Just like the morning sun
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| If I’m a god, I demand that you kill for me
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| If you' are god, I demand you make me see
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| If we are gods, let us burn away everything, everything, everything
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| You are the name in the word that is fivefold
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| The word beast, the clay with which I mold
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| The stone with which I built the structure with
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| And the structure is the cap of the pyramide, yeah
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| And each block is a disciple of mine
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| Which means disciple of self
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| You’ll find that out in time, oah
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| No room for weakness, no room for another god
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| As we grow inside the great womb of Babylon
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| And found the body of the blood that holds the secret
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| And if that blood is transmutated, I will reap it1
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| The truth is only out there for those who seek it
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| But plain symbolism holds the key, best believe this
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| There is no god but man
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| And with disciples I stand
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| To deliver the law
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| This is my masterplan
|
| And now it’s said and done
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| The end has finally come
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| May the disciples rise
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| Just like the morning sun
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| If I’m a god, I demand that you kill for me
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| If you' are god, I demand you make me see
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| If we are gods, let us burn away everything, everything, everything
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| There is no god but man
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| And with disciples I stand
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| To deliver the law
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| This is my masterplan
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| And now it’s said and done
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| The end has finally come
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| May the disciples rise
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| Just like the morning sun |