One by one, the young will fall,
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indoctrinating process growing.
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Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future?
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God above, or God below, questions no one can answer.
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Live the truth, or die to know, it's my agnostic vision.
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Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews.
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The circle is unending, and all sides always lose.
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If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result.
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When history is rotten,
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the young young and pure grow dead and cold.
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I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying.
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Organizing means dilution, and results in persecution.
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Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in.
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Truth is not the faith you follow,
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it? far more than you can ever know.
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Religion, the burden we carry forth.
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Mankind, addicted--the drug spreads on.
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Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission.
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Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected.
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God cannot be mass-projected,
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or beaten out through forced confessions.
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It? for all of us to ponder,
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not for dogma? chains to hold us down.
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Wake up, and put the past where it belongs.
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Just beat them back till they are gone,
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ÌÔause their doctrines lead to misery.
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They?e prophets preaching fantasy,
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how can they hold themselves
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above the rest?
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From holy birth to martyr? death, the moral quest for life beyond.
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It? just a pipe dream for the paranoid,
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the empty words of holy books
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will mislead all those that read.
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Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs.
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Born from flesh, just like all earth down below,
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which came from a life form we can never know
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(in our present context).
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Pray for a world that only God above can save?
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The church is the reason why they?e lost their way.
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Crusades and Inquisitions, holy wars, Jihad,
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they are the willing victims of a grand facade.
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Above it all, the lies are told.
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The masses follow without question.
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First to die, or last to go, I know my convictions.
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Flesh and blood, and spirit life, the trinity of my perception.
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Dead awake, or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end.
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Praise The Lord (Opium Of The Masses)
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