| The clock is ticking on the wall the world is spinning
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| While the billions work to justify their lives
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| They search for meaning in their useless sense of breeding
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| In their quest for recognition when they die
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| Because ego won’t permit belief in our mortality
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| So we manufactured our delusioned lie
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| We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition
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| That our lives are bigger than life
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| The man on TV preaches his beliefs to me
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| And says that I am doomed because I don’t think like him
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| He asks for contributions for his sermons' convolutions
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| In return is absolution for your sins
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| I watch in disbelief as people try and shed their grief
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| Because they can’t accept the things that they’ve become
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| They blindly patronize a dogmatic pack of lies
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| That tell them Jesus is their chosen one
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| Strictly designed for the weak of mind
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| Not just the working man’s opiate anymore
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| Paralyzed minds all seeking the sublime
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| With all doubt ruled out by their faith in the divine
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| All of them seeking that same righteous reward |
| Weak of mind and born to follow
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| Do not question the beliefs you swallow
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| Eternal life for your belief in man
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| Welcome to the empty promised land
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| Don’t think, don’t breathe, don’t live, just believe
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| With no question, just devotion, lifeless life living in transition |