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From high up on your crucafix you preach about my tripple six. and spit around about this and that and yank away your welcome mat. wiht a coupon jesus christ will save so dont you christians misbehave. cuz santa makes the list himself and hes rotting on the warehouse shelf. and all the boys in the straight edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline.. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD... your god is dead to me. when the laws of god jsut make you pissed you better become and athiest... DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD your god is dead to me. when the greed of man is not appeased and all is rotten sick and diseased. once again the fallen towers and the tortured death of every hour. and at the toll of the final bell you lead the ritious down to hell. when all the word is dead by dawn all i ask is bring me along!and all the boys in the straight edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline.. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD... your god is dead to me. when the laws of god just make you pissed you better become and athiest... DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD your god is dead to me. nuclear apox spells your doom like the tv in your living room. each one kills a million dead. it rots your skin and implodes your head. and now you get your judgment day. you think you float up then away. but your guilty just like everyone. you turn to ash when the burnings done. and all the boys in the straight edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline.. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD... your god is dead to me. when the laws of god jsut make you pissed you better become and athiest... DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD your god is dead to me. theres a hunger within you a tapeworm deep inside. or maybe its just cancer thye doctors cant decide. but your stomach keeps on growing as your body wastes away. your getting ill and weaker every single fucking day. we are alone.


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