I believe I've dreamt of this before
When I woke up face first on the floor
It's not the drugs I stick in
Would make god commit his final sin
Wake me up
I heard it scream through the holy book
Begging me to take one last look
Gettin down through revelations
Set fire to the entire congregation
Wake me up
It's not a question of faith
It's just the feelings of hate
Got six in my sidearm holster
Raise your glass for one last toast sir

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