Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy,
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It's all the fuckin' same,
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Those straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers,
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They don't know shit,
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Their just looking for easy answers,
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And they're too close minded
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To look anywhere beyond their local church,
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Or whatever the ignorant masses say is true.
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From high up on yer crucifixx..
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You preach about my triple 6
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You spit about my this and that
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And yank away yer welcome mat
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With a coupon jesus christ will save
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So don't you christians misbehave
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'cuz satan makes the list himself
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And it's rotting on the warehouse shelf
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And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
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are in the basement huffing gasoline, they're
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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their god is dead to me!
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And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
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You better become an atheist Your
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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Your god is dead to me!
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When the greed of man is not appeased
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All will rot sick and diseased
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Once again the fallen towers
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The Tortured death of every hour
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And at the toll of the final bell
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You lead the righteous down to hell
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When all the world is dead and gone
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All I ask is bring me along!
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And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
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are in the basement huffing gasolinem they're
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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their god is dead to me!
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And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
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You better become an atheist Your
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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Your god is dead to me!
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Nuclear Apox spells your doom
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like the t.v. in your living room
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each bomb kills a million dead
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it melts yer skin and implodes yer head
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And now you get your judgement day
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You think you'll float up then away
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But yer guilty just like everyone
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You turn to ash when the burning's done
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And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
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are in the basement huffing gasoline
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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Your god is dead to me!
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And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
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You better become an atheist You
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Dead, dead, dead, dead
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Your god is dead to me!
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There's a hunger within you
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a tapeworm deep inside
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or maybe it's just cancer
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the doctors can't decide
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but yer stomach keeps on growning
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as yer body wastes away
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and yer getting ill & weaker
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every single fucking day
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we are alone
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we are alone
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Atheist Anthem
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Leftover Crack |