Where do you stand, when you stand for nothing
You live your life though a religious fantasy
Ficticious books provide the words you preach
A rude awakening, this is reality
Fuck your god, fuck your prayers
I'd rather have something real
There's no one there when the lights go out
There's no one to make sure you're safe
And when you wake up it's too late
Did you think that plastic cross would change anything
Tell that to the rest of your dead family
While they're decaying you can burn a hold candle
To over up the stench of there rotting flesh
Forcefed lies for years by a faceless no body. The end is here
Dark days dawning. We're moving heaven to hell

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