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45 lines
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We are beggars, we are so fucking weak
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And once upon a time we had the world at our feet
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Well, we're all dying to meet our maker
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But all our gods have abandoned us
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All our gods have abandoned us
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This is the great esoteric depression
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We sold our souls but couldn't buy salvation
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We are all the shades of misery
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The reigning champions of tragedy
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They use their faith as a weapon, they count our sins by the seven
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Blackwater at the gates of heaven
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All hail the corporatocracy
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The word of God written in binary
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All hail our apostasy
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The dying notes in an unholy symphony
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All our gods have abandoned us
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This is the great esoteric depression
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We sold our souls but couldn't buy salvation
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I found God clutching a razorblade
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He said, "Look at the fucking mess they've made
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They'd trade their hearts if they were made of gold"
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We are beggars, we are so fucking weak
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And once upon a time we had the world at our feet
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Well, we're all dying to meet our maker
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But all our gods have abandoned us
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All our gods have abandoned us
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All our gods have abandoned us
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I found God clutching a razorblade
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He said, "Look at the fucking mess they've made
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They'd trade their hearts if they were made of gold
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But they're as worthless as the souls they sold"
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Name Nihilist
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Artist Architects
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Album All Our Gods Have Abandoned Us
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