Born from the lies Raised as a fake An intended mistake Safe in your make believe The faith in your eyes Is hardened to stone Cold to the bone Unable to recieve And it's not god that's in your heart just an ink and paper golden calf
I don't need your crucifixion Need no martyrdom I don't need the contradictions Of your paper god
The self righteous talk That spills from your mouth In denial of doubt Is just wrappings to hide your face You speak about love But it sounds like hate And it feels like a rape Revealing your masquerade How strange that you condemn me for a vice That you say awaits you in paradise
I don't need your absolution Need no kingdom come I don't fear the retribution Of your paper god
Say your prayers and you are saved Free from responsibility Halleluhja, I'm depraved Cause I don't bow to your hypocricy
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