| Thought you’d finally found the truth
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| But you did not understand
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| Therefore you couldn’t hold the truth
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| Even with me in your arms
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| Thought you’d finally seen the last of me, didn’t you?
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| But you still don’t' understand
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| There will always be enough of me inside of you for me to be a part of you
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| And I don’t understand the human condition
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| We must believe that we are gods
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| Free will allows us to make all our decisions
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| Our dreams must influence them all
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| So you think you found the truth
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| Told to you by a man
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| But the man he has a god
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| That he’ll never understand
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| And man he is a god
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| So seek the answers to it all
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| In myself you seek a way
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| To the own self you must pray
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| How far we fell and where
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| Isn’t as important as where we came from
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| And why would God make man
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| And subject him to his frustration?
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| For if God is real, truly hell exists…
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| Will you be saved?
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| True light it comes, comes in many shades…
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| Can you pick one?
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| Who will be saved… Depends on your god
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| Can you pick one?
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| And if you pick wrong, then your soul be damned |
| Your soul is Lost! |