Your entire life, your religion is embedded in your mind
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Words spoken from a book, tell you never to change
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After death you are taught, your soul will cleansed
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But even reduced to ashes, the misery still prevails
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The day has finally come for you to be put to rest
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As your body enters the furnace
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Searing fire begins its bath
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As your entity begins its path
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There will be no rebirth of your soul
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Emptiness that clouds your depression
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Forced in to see the light, knowing jesus wept
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Only one thing clinging to your mind
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The prayers to the feeble god whom you once beleived in
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Looking at the mortal from your cauldron of pain
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Weeping as you know nothing will make this end
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But now an ever greater pain engulfs you
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Reincremation did you no good, return to inflict others
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Your credulous family somehow hears your pityful cries
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They take the urn which contains what is left of your mortal life
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It's taken back to the crematory to attempt once again
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The brutal burning of your soul, thought to cleanse
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Jesus Wept
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