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God won't speak to me, made my plea's but he's not listening
I lie sleepless in bed reflecting on every lie I've been fed
What a world to be chained and bound to
I feel sorry for each saved soul
Who truly thinks they've found you
We kill off the weak and stay on course towards hell
It's not some place you go after life
It's to keep you in line before you die
This world's not a vessel for what you think lies ahead
It's more like a prison, God must be dead
