Read between the finds, it's no season to end as a saint
After centuries of dancing in hell, you're finally dying in heaven
let the church have the pleasure of defecating on your legacy
cause no one knows where we all go unless it's expo facto
the fury of faith keeps us choked out by the belt
that lays our southern states askew
as we ants run from the magnifier
the corpses of free thought conquer the skyline
love held beneath the pool should keep the manners intact
whores don't bleed like us unless you pay them
even if the lies held water like a bare glass
would you still be right to judge or be judged?
the fury of faith keeps us choked out by the belt
that lays our southern states askew
as we ants run from the magnifier
the corpses of free thought conquer the skyline
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