You sow the seeds of endless chumps
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and reap the weak with bible thumps
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you cross your t's and dot your eyes
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to fill the world with vapid lies
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your judging ways are sick to death
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your ignorance and praying breath
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you profit from a confused land
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that toils and dies to understand
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we're born in pain and trapped in doom
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our empty lives in empty rooms
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the bible empties guilty minds
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while cries for help face shutting blinds
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these blind all scream for me to see
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and disregard the ills of history
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these fairy tales are memorized
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and spew from mouths with empty eyes
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No feeling
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good book stole it away
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another preacher fakes
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to focus on collection plates
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another sheep to masterbate
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in book of names by ivory gates
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you're lost, you'll never find
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a flock of sheep with rotting minds
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the cost, is suffering
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2000 years and more in time
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and no one knows just what to do
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and soon they'll set their sites on you the ignorant all hide in mass
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(while) they cook the books; revise the past
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the winners write the lying tomes
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in a brave new world we're locked in "homes"
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that pharmacize for docile proles
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that digs us down in deeper holes
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(the) progress comes in bloody waves
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the sword swings broad for blood it craves
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the pawns still toil for dying dreams
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we televise their bloody screams
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such sadness nothing to do but pray
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another victim dies, another moral suicide
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"no more book of lies -
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instead of food," the hungry cried
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you're lost, you'll never find
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between the pews the rotting mind
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no trust, the ties that bind
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the little lies that burn and blind
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(in) human nature's greed and lust
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our hopes and dreams decay to dust
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confusion from their lies is rife
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we're crushed beneath our debts in life
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i'm told i've made the wrong mistake
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but what am i supposed to take
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the fabric frays; the screws are loose
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we're sick of lies and mind abuse
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Feed The Children (Book Of Lies)
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Leftover Crack |