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The ground is giving away beneath me |
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Worms are feasting on my feet |
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Soon enough you'll find |
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Your place is of similar taste |
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Something tells me I'm far from dead |
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I can still feel them gnawing at the meat |
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You can preach all you want |
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But if there's one thing I'm sure of, |
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They couldn't have paid me enough |
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To believe a single word |
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If there is a god |
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If there is a god |
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Stick the stake in, |
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Hold up my hands, |
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And welcome me onto it |
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We've been the best of friends |
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If there is a god |
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If there is a god |
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He rejected us |
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Once he saw what we were capable of |
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Fasten your hands if you want |
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Are you proud of what you have created? |
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Another dead and useless, |
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Faithless and vacant |
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Will not willingly sell my soul |
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To feel anything more |
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But that's what got me here before |
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I will harness the finest |
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Bury your shroud |
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It's a shame I won't be remanded |
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There is no grave deep enough |
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For low lifes like me |
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(There is no grave, there is no grave) |
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(There is no grave deep enough) |
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All my god damns got me nowhere |
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All my god damns got me... |
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He'll take my head apart, |
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Examine it carefully |
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So there won't be others like me |
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Are you proud of what you have created? |
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Another dead and useless, |
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Faithless and vacant |
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Will not willingly sell my soul |
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To feel anything more |
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But that's what got me here before |
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Are you proud? |
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Have I made you proud? |
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Are you proud of me now? |
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I am all I am |
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I am all I am |
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I am all I am |
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'Cause they never |
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'Cause they never loved me |
