Without feeling guilty they misuse you
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It doesn't make sense, the things you do
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Your mind begins to separate
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From feeling sane
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You feel no difference
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Between pleasure and pain
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Insecurity you would leave behind
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Their hollow lies made you blind
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Charming words you can't resist
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They preached love you'd always missed
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"Come my friend and follow me
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I'll be there when you need me
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I know god, I am his son
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They call me the chosen one"
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"Bow my child, before me
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Swallow my hypocrisy
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If I am god, you are my son
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Don't tell them I'm the horned one"
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Follow Me
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