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Pinocchio is dead,

Hollow stump for a crucifix

Just like god abandoned man,

He's soulless wood for a burning cross

Childhood is dead,

Strings cut long ago

We pollute the brain with sorrow

Life ravages hope and wonder

Poor pinocchio…

Poor pinocchio

God is dead

He shot himself in the head

God is dead

He overdosed instead

God is dead

Sins not washed away, descend

God is dead

This is the fucking end