Why are we even breathing
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If the only reason to exist
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Is to stare skyward and put my hands together
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Then why am I even here
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To serve a myth
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And carry these burdens on my chest
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As it caves in and free will gives way
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To a guilt of lost and misrepresented verses
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I can't see the logic in falling to my knees
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Where is the logic
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There is no logic
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I was blinded and inducted
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Into a world that has no meaning
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No basis for belief
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And now they wonder why I'm seething
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I'll spit this in their faces
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And burn their false pretences
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On which they stand
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The pulpit burying our youth
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Beneath the tides of callous sands
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No room to breathe, oh
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No room to brea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eathe
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In the chambers of your guilt
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Under the cross and devil's gaze
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While you sit and wait to die
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There'll be no god
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In the cold night sky
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There's no god who can hear you
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There's no god who understands
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Who understands
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Regrets too often haunt us
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Again and again
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Sometimes it seems so hopeless
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But we cannot give in
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When all our best decisions
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Prove us wrong
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And when we're only waiting
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For goodbyes
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We've already given in, given in
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We've already given in given in
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We've already given in,
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We've already given in, given in
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But we're never giving in
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There is no god who can hear you
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Just a sky full of stars
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The same stars you will be wishing on
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When death comes to call on us
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Call on us
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Fire Or Knife
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The Amity Affliction |