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Faith, fck your faith I have my ways, dont try and threaten and pressure me, its the same stupid s**t, that I see every single day.
(The more I think about them - The more I want to get away)
Tormented: A life of confusion.
Demented: Your life is disillusioned.
Expensive: For religion you pay.
Defensive when I question your faith
Dear Heavenly Father, I question if you exist
Why so much death in your name by fking Lunatics?
At what price does your god value life? For what religion should I go to war and fight?
(Tormented.)
Why cant you realize we dont see eye to eye? Did you ever sit and think that maybe
youre not right? - Im Full of Grace
(Tormented.)
So Preach to me Tell me who and what to be Get on your knees, Heres god to please
How can one be so sure about divine spiritual faith?
Just leave me alone I have my own way! - Im Full of Grace Greed, fck your Greed.
Youre the one planting the seed.
No building, will ever house my beliefs. I think, What I want, what I want is relief.
When I think about them with their violence as peace.
I never thought so many could be sold. On a Hope or on a Dream
Death is coming. Give me all your money
Death is coming. Give me all your motherfking money