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Bang! |
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Analysis of a pop culture cultist |
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Honey-sweet idolatry of the purist |
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Each godling rotting on a pedestal |
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Their children gone feral |
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And their worshipers bent perpetual |
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Intellectual |
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Insulated by their own conviction |
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Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion |
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So vulnerable |
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With their backs turned |
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Stroking their reflection |
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Drowning in their vanity |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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Nothing's holy |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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That's man-made |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the ga-ga-ga-ga |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the |
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Ghetto Blasphemer |
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And this is what you should ****ing fear |
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Corruption |
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Of all you hold dear |
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And a world where nothing is as it appears |
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Locked away |
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In the darkest depths |
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Possibilities |
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That they fear to contemplate |
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Where we reside |
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Forever with our eyes |
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Looking on as they struggle |
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Against the rising tide |
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And there I was, behind it all |
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in the shadows, in the cracks in the walls |
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Under beds and inside their heads whispering |
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That the end is near |
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Future obsidian |
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I feed on fear |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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Nothing's sacred |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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Your ? wasted |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the ga-ga-ga-ga |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the |
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Ghetto Blasphemer |
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And this is what you should ****ing fear |
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Corruption |
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Of all you hold dear |
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And a world where nothing is as it appears |
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Bang! |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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? |
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Feels good to be a what, what, what, what |
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I ****ing refuse to try and fit in |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the ga-ga-ga-ga |
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Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta |
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Feels good, feels good |
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We are the |
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Ghetto Blasphemer |
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And this is what you should ****ing fear |
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Corruption |
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Of all you hold dear |
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And a world where nothing is as it appears |
