No more god, no more Jesus, no more holy ghost. No more lies, no suffering, just freedom. No more guns, no more hate crimes on these broken streets. No more lives taken away by machinery. Born through pain... Born through pain, born through hate, born in madness. Born through tough circumstances seesed to be. Hated life, hated the way we kill off the weak. To feed the rich, we grow up without youth. Broken glass... Walk through the open door, Turn your back away from me, I feel your pain your suffering inside. You liar... No more light, no more discises from misery. Take it head on, make it strong, don't walk away. No more fear, relaps, wake up, get up, fight again. No more talk of boundaries in your way. Fuck it up... Fuck it up, just start again, get back on track. Realise your demons are in your head. No more peace, no more race war, open your eyes. Violence can only get you where you are. Beating wounds... Walk through the open door, Turn your back away from me, I feel your pain your suffering inside. You liar... Turn your back...
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