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Chaos surrounds me, my world has crumbled up |
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Only fragments left of what I believed in |
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Leaves me with a broken soul, bewildered |
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I yearn for the times that were |
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Hate flows through my body as I realise |
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Years were wasted, I based my life on a lie |
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Subjects of an illusory god inveigle into hypocrisy |
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Leading puppets into self-deception |
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A phenomenon created to anaesthetize |
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With a slumbering world as the aim |
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White clouds of coma descend from above |
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It's called religion |
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But I'm the only God now |
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Now there are no rules |
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Unleashed power surges through my veins |
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I'm reborn as the ruler of the world |
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Leaving the weak masses to fear me |
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In their imaginary innocence |
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I have reached the highest state of self-control |
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Nevermore shall I be told what to do |
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A phenomenon created to anaesthetize |
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With a slumbering world as the aim |
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White clouds of coma descend from above |
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It's called religion |
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But I'm the only God now |
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Now I make my own rules |
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Divinity is innate |
