| Your entire life, your religion is embedded in your mind
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| Words spoken from a book, tell you never to change
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| After death you are taught, your soul will cleansed
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| But even reduced to ashes, the misery still prevails
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| The day has finally come for you to be put to rest
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| As your body enters the furnace
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| Searing fire begins its bath
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| As your entity begins its path
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| There will be no rebirth of your soul
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| Emptiness that clouds your depression
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| Forced in to see the light, knowing Jesus wept
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| Only one thing clinging to your mind
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| The prayers to the feeble god whom you once believed in
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| Looking at the mortal from your cauldron of pain
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| Weeping as you know nothing will make this end
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| But now an ever greater pain engulfs you
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| Re-incarnation did you no good, return to inflict others
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| Your credulous family somehow hears your pitiful cries
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| They take the urn which contains what is left of your mortal life
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| It’s taken back to the crematory to attempt once again
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| The brutal burning of your soul, thought to cleanse |