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BastardI've lived to what I am. Don't want to be your satanist. Don't want to be your born again christian. Found too many promises I couldn't keep. The only thing I've ever learned. Hooked to her wounds and see all the reasons we came. The only thing I've ever shown. I live to what I am. Not a satanist, not your born again christian. I choose when I should not pray. I choose my life each day. And I've found to many things wrong in this world. The only thing I've ever shown. Look to the sky and see all reasons we die. The only thing I've ever shown. Empty, the things in life I couldn't find. I gaze among the ones we can't see. Empty the promise dies, living amongst the cries. Hatred, the one that craves, It lives within the pain, withing the pain. Something inside the wounds are bleeding, And I crave with fear. I live to what I am. Not a satanist, not your born again christian. I choose when I should not pray. I choose my life each day. |