Burn.

I've read and researched and not shit rehearsed
what I'm doing with my life
I've looked it all up, and now it's percursored
and there is no reason to have a knife
I'm stunning myself, paralyzing myself
There's no way i can restore myself
Now that I see it the way I do now, there is no religion
it's all just a big, fat lie and illusion
It makes life seem preoccupied and worthless,
but now I have one question
to pursue all the mission
just where in the hell
should I have to worship
if there is no religion
and it's all just a hoax
and this is all
to direct all the folks
Religion is a lie, that's what i've inferred
and so it shall stay
And so. Shall I.
Burn.

Now let it all melt into world's bowl of nothing
and chuck out the lies that fill up the space
I want the truth and nothing but it
And I want it to be real

Let the illusions stop and reveal to me what is right because now I'm walking around in the dark, trying to find what is real.

Burn it all up
Burn it to ashes
Burn up the papers
Burn up the trashes.
Now all I see now are ghosts


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