religion taking over my soul
deeds that fill the void
only a substitute
to make my conscience numb
what you don`t know will hurt you
self cleansing works
that make it excusable to sin
you`ll get it
going with the flow
cattle thoughtlessly led to the slaughter
this is what you say
of the man who died for you
opiate for the masses
that`s what you say
your progenitor lives a little south of here
my boss is a carpenter that hung on a tree
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