| Why are we even breathing, if the only reason to exist
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| Is to stare skyward and put my hands together?
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| Then why am I even here, to serve a myth
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| And carry these burdens on my chest?
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| As it caves in and free will gives way
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| To the guilt of lost and misinterpreted verses
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| I can’t see the logic in falling to my knees
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| Where is the logic? |
| There is no logic!
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| I was blinded and inducted
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| Into a world that has no meaning
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| No basis for belief
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| And now they wonder why I’m seething
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| I’ll spit this in their faces, and burn their false pretenses!
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| On which they stand, the pulpit burying our youth
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| Beneath the tides of callous sands
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| No room to breathe!
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| No room to breathe
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| In the chambers of your guilt
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| Under a cross and devils' gaze
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| While you sit and wait to die
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| There’ll be no god in the cold night sky
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| There’s no god who can hear you
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| There’s no god who understands
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| Who understands
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| Regrets too often haunt us, again and again
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| Sometimes it seems so hopeless, but we cannot give in
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| When all our best decisions prove us wrong
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| And when, we’re only waiting for goodbyes
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| We’ve already given in, given in!
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| Already given in, given in!
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| Already given in!
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| We’ve already given in, given in!
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| Already given in, given in!
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| Already given in
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| But we’re never giving in!
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| There is no god who can hear you, just a sky full of stars!
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| The same stars you will be wishing on
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| When death comes to call on us
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| Call on us |