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Give me strength

Give me strength
everything seems to be like fading away
give me strength
I feel like hopeless
and no one seems to listen to me
give me strength
sometimes I want that everything ends
Give me strength
my eyes are red for everything I see
There’s too much hatred growing
like poisoned water flowing
Through the veins of this world
there’s too much hatred growing
Like a fire which is still burning
oh Lord, hear me now, give me strength
Give me strength
I feel my head exploding in a while
give me strength
Take my hands
soon they’re full of scars
There’s too much hatred growing
like poisoned water flowing
Through the veins of this world
there’s too much hatred growing
like a fire which is still burning
Oh God, can you hear me now, give me strength

Poisoned Seeds

If you are rich
it’s a blessing from the highest
Keep sowing your seed
you’ll get a limousine
But if you are poor
you’re probably cursed
you’ll die as a loser
and go to hell
So give me your money
you’ll get more blessings
So give me your seeds
you’ll get the best prosperity
If you are sick
don’t call the doctors
they probably will give you
poisons that make you sicker
All I know
you’re surely possessed
let me exorcise you
but first give me your cash
So give me your money
you’ll get more blessings
So give me your seeds
you’ll get the best prosperity
The sect is coming 

Prophets And Clowns

I see the horde of drunks all around
cursing and vomiting on the ground
I see their faces with all those creeps
they don’t look humans, they look like pigs
And I heard the “good people” always saying
“it’s end of times and you will fade away
unless you live at our same way”
just beautiful words but infected with hate
And I heard the “good people” always saying
“it’s end of times and you will fade away
unless you live at our same way”
just beautiful words but infected with hate
Give me a reason to believe you
you’re just a fake martyr
give me a reason to believe you
but you’re part of the circus
And I saw prophets looking like clowns
and I saw clown acting as prophets
and when the end-times’ psychosis breaks
old paranoias come out from the graves
Prophets and clowns
Kings with tinfoil crowns
Let’s wait to another Jonestown
This end-times boner won’t go down

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