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The greed that fills this empty space!
Oh it is the fuel that makes me pray
To some god that never came around
Inside a fucking church that makes me sick
Beloved son of God!
Can't you hear me? Are you deaf?
God: "Rest in pieces, I can't handle this anymore.
This fucking world looks like a mess!"
I'm buried with a sick, dirty feel that's in my mind!
Something makes me feel that my life is a disaster
I can't seem to believe that I turned this my desire...
Nothing seems complete, It makes this trip feel even harder.
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