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Burn your keepsake
Written on a piece of paper
Open your wings
Coming to my room
There's a sign on the wall
There's a hole in your hand
It's an endless rope and a penniless bag
Break your halo up into two
You're asking me but I'm telling you
Hold on to your lies
My patience is dry
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor
I'll watch religions start a war
And I don't know why
I've seen the rich feed on the poor
My generation is the whore of the school ground
God is great
And men are dirt
Open the door
To our knew chapel of hurt
There's a sign on the wall
There's a hole in your hand
It's an endless rope and a penniless bag
After I'm gone, I can show you the truth
That there's no heaven or hell, whether it's me or it's you so
Hold on to your lies
My patience is dry
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor
I'll watch religions start a war
And I don't know why
I've seen the rich feed on the poor
My generation is the whore of the school ground
Open your mouth wide, swallowing your lies
Open your mouth wide, swallowing your lies
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor
I'll watch religions start a war
And I don't know why
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor
I'll watch religions start a war
And I don't know why
I see the rich feed on the poor
My generation is the whore of the school ground