| Forgive them father for they have sinned
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| Again and again
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| Pretending they know not what they do
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| When you know they’ll sin again
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| Many people going down for the ride
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| On pedestals of fame in filth they hide
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| Use many words that cut like a knife
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| Stabbing the heart and draining the life
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| Lied and cheated on your spouse
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| Swore you never did
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| Your evil stays within you soul
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| From guilt you can’t be hid
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| You and all you money, no charity
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| For the poor
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| Laughing at the crippled, you mock
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| And clam the door
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| No respect for women, they’re just
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| A piece of meat
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| You steal a bloody profit on things
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| That should be free
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| Your capitalistic tendencies rot
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| Your soul within
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| The starving feast upon your blood
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| You disregard your sin
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| Remorse you will feel
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| And you must live with yourself
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| Repent your sins
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| In guilt you live your final days
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| In death free your soul
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| Preacher got busted and now he’s not preaching
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| He is a hypocrite in prison who’s weeping
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| In a lonely abyss of self pity and sorrow
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| Secret sins linger beyond our tomorrows
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| Seduced by temptation you taste the forbidden
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| Indulge in disguise to keep that side hidden
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| Now you are dying in disease you are stricken
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| Depression succumbs you near suicide you’re
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| Christened
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| If you could only turn back time
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| Re-live your life and erase your crime
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| All the pain you’ve caused others before
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| To achieve your selfish gain
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| Now your soul is blackened
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| And your eyes are deranged
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| Your fate is sealed nothing can save you now
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| Your try to avoid the truth think you’ll escape
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| Somehow
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| Father please forgive me for life-long sins I’ve built
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| To avoid the fires of hell, eternal penance be my guilt
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| Sadistic Aryan fascist
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| Your mind is closed with hate
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| Burn in hell with your white supremacy
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| A bigot will seal their fate
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| Hunters of nature’s creatures
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| That wear their fur with pride
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| You’ll reincarnate as an animal
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| Hunted and skinned alive
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| Then upon your death bed
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| You’ll confess your darkest of sin
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| A preacher recites your last rites
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| And your stairway descends!
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| No! |
| No! |
| No! |
| No! |
| Nooo! |
| Lie! |
| Lie! |
| Lie! |