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God is your father, but you pay the alimony, like it always was with inadverted children

Trembling fingers, up to the sky - the wooden cross is made by worm scum

This might be not the words of god but they shall bring you peace

For to get the light into the cellar just take the stake the witches got burned on

Phantasmagoric salvation, to wait for liberty is like waiting for Godot

No more need to flip a coin, both sides say fuck you!

Hate me, Hate me, hate me - The hypocrite god

Independent - Violent - When embers becomes fire

Here we state, what you try to be, still a fucking monkey even as a king

The horrible stench from your fake life comes from the shit in your own pants

This might be not the words of god but they shall bring you peace

And the law of the denial of flesh got baptized with ulcerous piss

Fuck you! Worship your human dogmas, but let me rest in piece

No more need to flip a coin, both sides say you´re screwed!

Well, we’re our own prisons. We each our own wardens & we do our own times. We get stuck in our own little trips & we kind a judge ourselves the way we do. You know, I can’t judge uh, nobody else, best thing I can do is try to judge myself & live with that. See, what other people do is not really my affair, unless they approach me with it, & want me to do something about it, uh, then I’ll uh take into consideration what has to be done. But other than that I just uh, try to do my number, & do my time.”