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This is Reality, That I'm forced to Live

Living a fucking lie, with nothing else to give

Staying put. a thumb pressed down

Somethings not quite clear, look around

Bury

The cross

Religion

Is lost

I wont

Take a fall

But I would

Question All

We seek this truth, no justice have I seen

Up or down or in between

No facts to back you up

Straight Jacket, medicine

Bury

The cross

Religion

Is lost

What's what

You make the call

But I would

Question All

I 'll do this, You do that

Spectator, Aristocrat

Oh my god, who's at bat

My Messiah?

No I would never say that

So now where are ya at

Beware The Cheshire Cat

High brow in low dark hat

Fools now, Where the Fuck you at?

Bury

The cross

I 'll do this, You do that

Spectator, Aristocrat

Oh my god, who's at bat

My Messiah?

So now where are ya at

Beware The Cheshire Cat

High brow in low dark hat

Fools now, Where the Fuck you at

Bury

The cross