Fuck
You're just a victim of faith
A braindead follower with no strength
Get a grip on reality
Its De evolution of the human race.
False hope. Fake power. On a random face
You've been raised on a fucking crutch
Told to praise someone who has no fucking love
Your myth, you call the almighty
Will never see me fall to my knees
Satan in a steeple
Controls all the people
Break down the lives who wait for that one night when they finally can see the bright light
Keep their mouths shut with the fucking lies
The fucking martyrs drop like flies
Don't tell me what's wrong whats right
Fuck your punishments fuck your afterlife
Gods and books aren't moral guides
You've searched and searched and you wasted your time
Noone was there when my life caved in
No consequences for the worlds sin
No consequences for my sin
Unanswered prayers and brainwashed kids
Tragedies and ignorance
They're fucking cold. They have no soul
They want dollar signs. Not open minds.
You're faith is a vice grip
You're blinded
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