There's lipstick stain on the steering wheel of pain
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Touch the button we all end in a flash
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Humor loves tragedy when you awake from the imagery
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Like sweat that drips from the Savior's bloody back
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It's anestesia that sings, electric shock always stings
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I wish my mind didn't race so fast
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I'm available to suffer in the conscience of others
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Tell the fascist not to offend my inner voice
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Introspection
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Mass deception
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Brain diffusion
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Mind intrusion
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Internal drips falling from the same drain
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Iterations, helpless circle though my brain
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Cheer up the asylum I've got a life sentence
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At the graveyard I roll on broken glass
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I long to be in places I dream
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The carnival that dances all night
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But lately my dreams have been more of screams
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And insomnia has dropped by for a snack
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There is still one place where devils dare go
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And hope is my friend in the dark
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It feels like a thousand years ago living the tombs demon possessed
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screaming in the night breaking the chains that hold me,
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I tore them from my feet ripping my flesh with jagged stones bleeding into the earth,
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I tormented my people as I was being tormented myself,
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I saw Him from a distance and fell at His feet
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"what do you want with me Jesus son of the most high God,
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swear to God you won't torture me"
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I screamed "Come out of this man you evil spirit, what is your name?"
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"Legion for we are many" then the demons that begged and evil spirits left
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and went into a herd of pigs two thousand in number rushed off the cliff and drowned,
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I now stand in my right mind telling you all Jesus has done for me,
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beg Him to stay and send your pigs off the cliff.
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Matthew 5:1-20
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Drive your demons in the pigs
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Drive your pigs off the cliff
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You Live Among The Dead
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