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some tend to lie to themselves when they die
but please don’t confuse me with them
I try to be truthful – not vital nor youthful
I know I’m approaching the end

we seem to be doomed to consume
from the womb to the tomb
life is televised and not for you to questionise
so mind your business – take a walk in the park
and keep on feeding pigeons
“have faith in god” hell no! we don’t need religion
It can’t save us we need something greater than your faith
you’re just trying to find a scapegoat but it’s crazy to debate
it’s the way that we behave from the cradle to the grave
and you’re no better just because you’re praying everyday
get your nose up out your bible – maybe you’d be surprised
that the hungry need some rice
and not words ‘bout Jesus Christ
whatever you do don’t talk to me about democracy
we’ve lost it all we’re moving the power
as far away as possible
corrupt politicians keep on hiding and conspiring
a powerful elite – you know I find it kind of tiring
and you better believe I’m getting ready to leave
this forsaken place that has no vacant space for me anyway
no need to respirate – it’s best this way – save your prayers
who knows you might have to say ‘em later
though I’m not sure they will help you – run for shelter
have you felt the temperature heating up
and it’s all our doing – time to eat it up
some tend to lie to themselves when they die
but please don’t confuse me with that kind
‘cause in fact I’m trying my best to be honest to myself
in these mad times

some tend to lie to themselves when they die
but please don’t confuse me with such
I’m tired of walking – of breathing a talking
now I am not asking for much
please take my order – half a glass of water
and please could you spare me some bread
I don’t need a bed – just a place to rest my head
soon anyway I’ll be dead
some tend to lie to themselves when they die
but please don’t confuse me with those
save me from preachings and religious teachings
please could you save me from ghosts

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