from the very moment I heard your deceit and subtle lies
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from the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question: why?
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why? why do you insist, you persist in blasphemy of my Lord and God?
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take your opinions and empty accusations home and rot
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your world is so perverted
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nausea grips my stomach...I think I'm gonna vomit
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and to think I once took part in the narrowmindedness of a hardened heart
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why?
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why the insults to my Lord?
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there is no point without support
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blaming God for faults of men
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you don't even understand
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some feeble point or shock effect
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who do you benefit?
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you profit off another's pain
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and bite the hand that seeks to aid lies
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motive: ego...knowledge: who knows?
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solution: zero...your goal: oh so vague
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and the band "millions of dead"
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whoever you are mumbling and grumbling about today
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your music's fast and you're outspoken
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but you have little or nothing to say
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and the boys from south of heaven
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who knock t.v. preachers with every other word
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you come off so concerned and charge $20+ for a t-shirt
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hypocrisy your breath holds
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deception reeks thick and bold
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you don't care about anyone but yourself
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you couldn't care less if I rot in hell
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me or anyone else.
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why?
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and the band named after the cow disease
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so proud if you're without sin then go ahead
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cast your two cents in and half the bands in the
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berkley mag on the bandwagon of the insult circus
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of all the wrongs you slag the rights and lose us to your purpose
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if you're so wise then solve my troubles
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instead you ask more (and more, and more, and...)
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needless questions and my troubles double
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give us something we can use
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you serve only to confuse
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why?
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this song is meant to refer directly
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to those who speak of God
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though they know so little of him
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The Insult Circus
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The Crucified |