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| So you call me an apsostate Or you would if you knew what it meant Coz I've renounced humanity I've given up on every faith So-called priests abuse their power And educate the choir boys "Trust in God in this dark hour" But with one last moan he leaves you out The slaughter of innocent blood Millions fall to the empty caves Shot in the back of a greasy head A diamond knife piercing a spine And you say, be happy, you live in paradise Well oh yeah? Then tell me, doesn't life have no price? All made up of little fragments Just like a dilated fresnal lens The biggest of impediments Is simply the separation As programmed as any creature Dependent on most basic instincts Homo sapiens, the preachers Hypocrites of this sorry Earth And you say, be quiet, you're just a little girl If that's true, then tell me, what are you worried for? And you say, stop crying, you don't know what pain is If that's true, you don't know, anything about this Anything about the fresnal lens |
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