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You are dirty. Scared. Terrified |
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You lick your wounds on the edge of chasm |
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Lacerated microcephalic blind morons |
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sociopathics phenomenal psychotics praying at your doorstep |
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Your friends, your co-workers, newspapers, the TV |
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Everybody's happy to talk, full of misinformation |
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Morality, science, religion, politics, Christ, It's overwhelming! |
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You are dirty. Empty. Shivery. |
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Virtue is dead. And God is blind when you're terrified. |
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Therapeutic treatments don't work at all |
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They've given birth to weird things, Watch'em unveil |
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People can flaunt their money and be at the top 1% |
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of this shameful, violent, prejudiced, illiterate |
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sexually repressed, ineffectual, bad-smelling, self-righteous |
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dirty brothel we call home |
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You are dirty. Scared |
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Listen to your torment while sleeping with the guns |
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It means nothing much this life |
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Era vulgaris of chrism decline |
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[Paolo Pieri's guitar solo] |
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You are dirty. Dying. Torn between lies. |
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The sedation of piety. The seclusion of light. |
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Soon we'll turn to dark |
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And where have all the angels gone? |
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We are a unforeseen called human beings |