IRC-Galleria

Man of the Cloth

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A man of the cloth spreading the word,
speaking of the truth neverheard.
Preaching while practising another,
with simple reason you simply don't bother,
all you need is your fluffy little lies.

Don't want to see your saviour? Keep running, running, running...

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All this time it's been poisoning me,
your so called wisdom ambiguously,
from your lies I'm finally free.


Have no time for this crazy crusade,
no it ain't gonna happen, there is no way,
from your lies I'm finally free.

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Man of the cloth spreading more lies,
see from his deceived eyes:
Manipulating the will of the masses,
listening closely with their heads in their asses,
just some more of your pretty little lies.

Don't want see your saviour? Keep running, running, running...

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All this time it's been poisoning me,
your so called wisdom ambiguously,
from your lies I'm finally free.

Have no time for this crazy crusade,
no it ain't gonna happen, there is no way,
from your lies I'm finally free.

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-solo-

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All this time it's been poisoning me,
your so called wisdom ambiguously,
from your lies I'm finally free.

Have no time for this crazy crusade,
no it ain't gonna happen, there is no way,
keep your Jesus away from me.

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Sleep

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What if you found out today is your last day,
could you really make it matter?

What if you found out your soul was lost anyway,
would it really make a difference?

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Wake up from your sleep,
illuminant and sweet,
to see your world on fire.
There is no time to sleep,
see the flames burning higher

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Can't you see that your living your own lies?
Your imaginary redemption.

This flock of sheep needs to see the day,
when reason prevails over fairytales.

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Wake up from your sleep,
illuminant and sweet,
to see your world on fire.
There is no time to sleep,
see the flames burning higher

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