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Prayer ain't no key. |
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Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind. |
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Never meant to make you free. |
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Prayer, insanity. |
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You compete for the never complete. |
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And it just won't make you see. |
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Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations. |
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More down there where they came from, drunken revelations. |
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From the shadows of time, the dead are singing their lies. |
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Their dirt is in your eyes, no one who believes dies. |
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From the shadows of stones, laughter of their rattling bones. |
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Their dirt will cover your eyes, no one who believes dies. |
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Prayer, masked devilry. |
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Under the yoke of a cosmic joke. |
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And you just can't let it be. |
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Pick your god... |
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From the shadows... |