Street Un Of Dead - Bro My God | Текст песни

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You are nothing but a false prophet
A sworn enemy from the day we met
Head held up higher than your eyes could see
Your source of greed lacks divinity

For all that is and whatever will be
May you all die in animosity

Doesn't matter what is written
Life will pass you by
Cause a book full of stories
Means nothing when you die

To believe is naive
His worlds may deceive
To believe is naive
Fuck you I give

Take a chance
Don't look back

Take a chance
Don't look back
Cause time is running out
I'm in a trance
With things I lack
But don't have any doubt

Take a chance

I am not your god
Not your friend
He is a fraud
Embrace the end

You are nothing
But a false prophet

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