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I'd like not to know that instict |
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Which is guiding you... |
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Am I guilty as you are? |
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It's the same guilt that beats you on the back |
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That crushes on your kidneys... |
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I condemn you but I'm just a worm. |
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I love your lack of conscience |
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And the freedom of your violence. |
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What exactly shakes my heart |
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And what fills up the greed of my lust? |
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What exactly shakes my heart |
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And what fills up the greed of my lust? |
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Your ignorance is pure virtue |
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And the cruel sweat on your body |
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Is brutal nectar that will feed |
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The rebellion against myself. |
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The shelter that covers |
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The disgrace of morality burns |
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It's the bastard ghost |
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Of this religion, religion for cowards. |
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I want to kneel down in front of you, |
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Devour, devour your pride, |
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The beginning and the end |
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Are now, now here... |
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What exactly shakes my heart |
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And what fills up the greed of my lust? |
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I want to kneel down in front of you, |
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Devour, devour your pride, |
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The beginning and the end are now, now here, |
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What exactly shakes my heart |
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And what fills up the greed of my lust...? |
