| What the fuck has to happen to you?
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| How does a moral compass get so skewed?
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| To think what you’re doing is justified?
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| The violence, the brutality
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| Honourable to your deity?
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| None of this makes any sense to me
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| This world is not your enemy
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| These ideas in these old pages have laid down roots
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| Poisoned the minds of our youth
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| So blinded by their rage that they can’t see the truth
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| Thousand year old dusty books
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| Interpreted by liars and crooks
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| Whatever you have done in the hopes of heaven
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| There’s no forgiveness for your transgressions
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| Is it the promise of heaven?
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| Or just the promise of a better future?
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| Or are you so insecure that you need to live forever?
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| Get it right the first time
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| 'Cos when you close your eyes it’ll be the last time
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| Life is precious man
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| And if your God can’t see that then maybe he’s no God at all
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| Just a man who wrote a book that played into every insecurity that you ever felt
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| To excuse your behaviour
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| Your destructive human nature
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| If there’s any justice in this life
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| Maybe there will be a hell
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| Or at least somewhere that you will never rest |