The clock is ticking on the wall the world is spinning
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while the billions work to justify their lives.
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They search for meaning in their useless sense of breeding
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in their quest for recognition when they die.
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Because ego won't permit belief in our mortality
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so we manufactured our delusioned lie.
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We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition
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that our lives are bigger than life.
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The man on TV preaches his beliefs to me
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and says that I am doomed because I don't think like him.
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He asks for contributions for his sermons convolutions,
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in return is absolution for your sins.
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I watch in disbelief as people try and shed their grief
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because they can't accept the things that they've become.
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They blindly patronize a dogmatic pack of lies
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that tell them Jesus is their chosen one.
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Strictly designed for the weak of mind,
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not just the working man's opiate anymore.
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Paralyzed minds all seeking the sublime
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with all doubt ruled out by their faith in the divine.
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All of them seeking that same righteous reward.
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Weak of mind and born to follow,
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do not question the beliefs you swallow.
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Eternal life for your belief in man,
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welcome to the empty promised land.
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Don't think, don't breathe, don't live, just believe.
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With no question just devotion lifeless life living in transit
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Empty Promised Land
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