Murder on the Dancefloor - Cyborg Feating Zane Young of downward spiral | Текст песни

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• Murder on the Dancefloor
• Cyborg Feating Zane Young of downward spiral

Born to praise a god,
when he does not exist,
living life by a man made book,
close the book think for yourself,
when you talk to god do you ever ask
is he listening, why?
do you think god doesn't answer you back?
he was made by man,
created to make you a slave to ignorance,
we are real were not fake like there so called god,
zane young, we are the ones,
the fucked and dismayed,
we've all been fooled,
we were all betrayed)
preachers treating the masses like puppets,
stringing about there hopes just to get in the pockets,
of the faithful,
why cant see cant you see its all a lie,
preachers know it all bullshit,
i see through it all so,
suck my fucking dick,
i will not let these strings hold us down anymore
the masses will,
the masses will wake.

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