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Temple of the False Gods
As the blood pours, from red to green, I succumb
Torn by hatred, savaged by fear, I am numb
Never to know, never to see, the truth found
Why I’m driven, broken over, this gold hound
Let me scream this, let my blood, run clearly
So I can die, fade away from this, done cheerily
Why am I here, to witness these, falsities?
Am I alone here, knowing this truth, in celebrity?
In the end, so it seems, I’m driven by the odds
Never to worship at, the temple of, the false gods
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