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We all live, we all die. We all serve as much purpose as the life you take from a fly. Itâs not god who told you to end itâs life, itâs not god that choked my fathers windpipe. But if it be true then Iâm happy to not worship a murderer like you. Everything doesnât happen for a reason, it is based on our own stupid decisions. Iâm not the one whoâs confused on who I am. Although I do spend my Sundays having conversations to paper with a pen in hand. Like a nun with a gun, Iâm loaded with intentions and jesus christ Iâll do what I like. Itâs understandable that understanding is difficult to understand. Youâre just as lost as I, youâre just as impulsive as me and being confused is a given when youâre confusions bride. Seems like a waste of time. Who cares what happens when you die cause I believe that nothing is better to believe in. I believe in nothing, thereâs nothing to believe in.
- Album:
- Loud Music For Quiet People