Striking at mental apparitions
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Like a drunk on a vacant street
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Silently beset by the hands of time
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Indelicate in its fury
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An aberrant crack as skeletons yield
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To unrelenting gravity
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While viruses prowl for helpless victims
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Who succumb rapidly
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(Tell me!) Tell me; where is the love?
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In a careless creation
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When there's no “above?
There's no justice
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Just a cause and a cure
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And a bounty of suffering
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It seems we all endure
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And what I'm frightened of
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Is that they call it “God's love?
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Twisted torment, make-believe
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There's a truth and we all submit
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“Believe my eyes,?my brain complies
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To all that they interpret
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[Chorus]
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I know there's no reason for alarm
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But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm
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We can change our minds; there's a better prize
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But first you've got to?
[Chorus]
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They call it God's love
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My pain is God's love
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God's Love
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Bad Religion |