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Fuck...now that you hear me I want to be listened to. 
We have this battle between a few
Some will see the heavens, for some hell
In their death they can only tell

We live in a world of practice what you preach
Even though most of those ideas are out of our reach
I never see a person with a bible walking down the street , or
A person dragging a goats head at their feet

I've never seen our president lead our men into combat
It never seems to matter republican or democrat
Never hearing about a sadist that couldn't feel, or
A masicist that had a wound that never heeled

Idioms that we have that makes no sense
To have a good neighbor is to have a tall fence
Have you ever seen a person in a glass house who threw rocks?
How couldn't us men not be caught playing with our c-cks

For every cloud has a silver lining 
How can they see the clouds with their heads down and always whining
We always live to fight another day
Why does it have to be war; why can't we all just play

Society calls you stupid if you don't have some kind of degree
Their is something greater than that; it's common sense to me
People in the middle of the road; a car coming down the street
Why do the smart ones have to think about it; just move your fucking feet

We know better than to snort the white line in the middle of the road
That's just fucked up; that's a drug overload
They say our nose runs and our feel smell
I don't give a fuck; just to sit back and say what the hell

Just a view things that people tell us everyday
They never actually listen to what they have to say
If they did everything that they were told
They would never have a life; always to be controlled. 

These are the dumb fucks that can't read between that line
Leaving them helpless and leaving them blind
I no longer want to hear all of this bullshit that they speak
For all of these sayings is food for the weak. 

We all practice in a group of our own ideology. 
Believing in what we feel and what we see
I will walk never amongst the masses
Never to conform and kiss their asses

To sever these ropes in which it binds
I would like to say I read between the lines
I know that their is a rebellion in heaven
It is all about the deadly seven

Everything that we say and do
We choose that life; it is what we persue
So dont tell me what is right and wrong
It's like a broken record with the same old song

Just a message for all of those who conform
You are just their puppets and make you preform
So stand up a stick to what you believe 
See how much more that you will achieve!