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Nazareth
written by frotofski_LaVey11:54 PM 9/16/04DRUGS:
my knuckles are still burning
and the face to disobey
my stomach knots, its churning
hell Jesus went astray
power holds the torture
that our children recieve
parents give their sweet dreams
to have them based upon deciet
that God has given them
to give birth to me
RELIGION:
the world never seen it coming
the world was niave
every question, retorical
the wrold never believed
WORMBOY:
wash my bloody hands
and the scabbed-knees are rusted
leaving me alone to
start collecting dust
DRUGS:
tonight i dream its finishing
tonight i dream i've won
see you all tomorrow
in the brightness of the sun |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (9-17-2004 - 05:13 AM)
| It's not that religion was too rhetorical...it was too damn questionable!!! Hey, are you related to anton? |
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