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Godless World
Darkness overwhelmingly glooming over the vast space
Even as the deepest cuts began to fade
And these solemn hours make life a game
Even the building scream they're insane
No rainbows and butterflies to muffle out your cries
We've been sinning to win
And death is our prize
Where's our light to cast away
This rotting flesh and ongoing decay
We all have our demons and say it's ok
But no one knows if we'll make it to the next day
The minutes blink with every death
No one mourns for there is nothing left
Our races has fallen to the mercy
Banging on Hell's gate
All of our lost souls and the Devil can't wait
Not one of us was ever a saint
We tare our skin and name our sons after Hero's
Writing our false accusations of hope
The man hangs on his cross
They made Jesus sound like a joke
Soft spoken and well enough words
We don't need night for our demons anymore
They can just walk up and knock on our door
Knowing we'll let them in
Whole hearted and all grins
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