You call it your fucking religion
And claim what you’re doing is right
For every second of your pathetic being
You’re in front of their weak light
A delusional belief of being poisoned at a distance
Chosen by god, thoughts removed from a conscious mind
From this point where it might fail
Who’s to decide what’s real, what’s true and what to believe?
A delusional belief, of being poisoned at a distance
Chosen by god, thoughts removed from a conscious mind
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