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there is no god up in the sky, tonightno sign of heaven, anywhere in sightall that was true is left behindonce i could see now i am blinddon't want the dream you try to sellthis disease i give to myself how does it feel? suck suck suckshe makes it sweeter than the sunit gets too tight, i come undonei bow my head to confessthe temple walls are made of fleshruns up my arms til i'm on trackit rips the skin right off my backi heal your wounds i set you freei'm jesus christ on ecstacy how does it feel? suck suck sucka thousand lipsa thousand tonguesa thousand throatsa thousand lungsa thousand ways to make it truei want to do terrible things to you how does it feel? suck suck suck
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