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F*ck your religion My blood is thicker than faith I burn down my temple With a smile on my face A bounty of tormented souls Carry you down the stream From my point of view The "saved" are weak A precious sight from the driver seat I am the one The master of none Call it a bout of faith My testament of hate Frozen in tranquility A vulnerable disguise Bound in delusion These feelings I hide This fatal disease A frame in your mind It preys on your fears Wasting your time suffer for me The reward is grand a portrait of blood the fat of the land A product to harvest Simple mind and thoughtless We cherish the bones On our kingdom of sand Rope you in With the greatest delusion Chamber the bullet And receive your salvation Frozen in tranquility A vulnerable disguise Bound in delusion These feelings I hide Frozen in tranquility A vulnerable disguise Bound in delusion These feelings I hide