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Not so long ago, on a cold december day |
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You let my father die in solitude and pain |
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Once he was your son, and baptised in your name |
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If this is now you treat him, then violence is my way |
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Cut-throat urges |
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I need to spill some holy blood |
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Beautiful words, but hollow promises |
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The goodness of god is a ****ing joke |
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Get out of your heavenly palace |
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And show your real face |
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How can people believe in this shit |
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How can they be so naive |
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Not so long ago, on a cold december day |
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You took all hope in my life away |
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Once I had respect, and hallowed was your name |
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If this is how you treat me, then violence is my way |