The search for a god is meaningless if everyone dies alone,
What happened to intelligence is this over pregnant world?
I should know better but I'll always hate, make life a struggle, I'm better this way
If I live fast, but die young and insane, would I live forever an idol, a saint?
Does it feel better knowing forever was the devil himself lurking in disguise
His heartfelt confession did he ever mention was an ace up his sleeve of lies
Love is a struggle, faith will sedate, god is a vampire and I am the stake
Like longing for sweetness in a sour taste, you can't play the rebel in act of grace.
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