| Yeah those were the days, but I’ve changed my ways since then, I have found
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| faith
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| But you, you’re all the same, all dripping wet with sin…
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| I watch you sleep, you seem at peace, you’re pretty lips are even smilinWhy
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| does the fact that you’re a whore hurt me more than it hurts you?
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| This is going to hurt us both but we’ll be closer because of what we’ve gone
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| through
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| You’re just like that original bitch, what could one little apple hurt, right?
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| Keep talking, with every step your just walking towards the light.
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| What exactly got into you’re fucking head to make you expect a fair deal ‘cause
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| it’s a lie
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| The only god-given birth right you have is your right to fucking die,
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| Of course this existence follows a grand design,
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| But what makes you think He owes you any answers?
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| This world owes you nothing bitch!
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| He gave you life, gave you flesh and gave you the freewill to fuck it up as you
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| wish
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| I’ve bled for your sins, now it’s time for you to bleed from mine…
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| …it's time for you to get your first taste of the divine
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| The backlash from the snapping of you’re neck almost sprained my wrist
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| Where are your smart ass comebacks now? |
| One day this world will be clean
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| Look at you, regurgitating bile on yourself, you even fail at vomiting
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| Tainted from birth because you’re parents felt they we’re above an immaculate
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| conception
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| Couldn’t your whore of a mom do it the old fashioned way;
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| Getting impregnated by a fucked up angel with a virgin fetish?
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| You dumb slut you damned us all,
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| Couldn’t you keep your legs together to save us form the hell of your gaping
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| cunt?
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| I know the blood is on my hands, but I’m not the one to blame anymore
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| I’m just doing God’s work… it ain’t my fault the good Lord hates whores |