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Spiritual Disaster

I never realize that what they call life
Was the time wasted thinking about death

So you think deserve to die
You never really lived
Like the beast you are
Faking it all the time
Like the Jesus you love
You end up dead
Drag your soul in the dirt

Clutching the straw, losing the grip
Never-ending hunt for commercial wealth
Decadence decay, Spiritual disaster

Stupidity will be our epitaph
Were all going to die by our own sword

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