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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