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you go, carrying the hands of time a phenomenon, so peculiar they say, we're buried in the weight of god down the drain, why so bitter? cause it feeds her, from the palm of my hand i suffer from the worst hypocrisy i beg to differ all the time, perhaps it gives us all a way do i confide? well never mind! ill leave it for their souls to bring to light, arriving here just in time falling in to place i'm feeling mightier than my old man did those eyes, remind me of an early night a castaway, wears me deeper surprise, the word of god has never lead a clean life, i will pray it's not so filthy it gets filthy, so quickly now i suffer from the worst hypocrisy i beg to differ all the time, perhaps it gives us all a way do i confide? well nevermind! ill leave it for their souls to bring to light, arriving here just in time falling in to place i'm feeling mightier than my old man did |