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Gospel of Dissidence

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Riding on a black horse
Lost another game again
Still got the clothed cards
Left in my left hand
A pair of black holes
Piercing into me
I play to win
Said the eyes
I never lose
I bet you this soul

Draw
Circles around your ground
Light the fire within your soul
Lay the f*ck down stay below
Deep in your pockets
I planted a gun
A horse is waiting
Don't call him by his name
Shoot the winner
And ride into the sun
I'll be waiting
By the only road sign
In the wild wild west
By the highest peak

Resting under
A tree
Keeping an eye on the sky
Falling asleep
In moonlight
High tides run through me too

(Roots are growing across the river)
Roots are growing across the river

A hanging bridge was built
For me to cross in the morning
A one-way journey
With everything left behind

The end is the purpose
Was carved into the railing
Don't fear the unknown
Come with us
Said a choir of voices

The past would be erased
Back to tabula rasa
There are no ceilings
Restrictions or any suffocaters

What do I do with all gold
When my soul has been sold
My desires gone cold
Under my ribs
There is nothing but mold

I felt no fear and I
Saw no purposes
For my wrongdoings
Had eaten me inside out

I spilled an innocent life
Into the river running hot
Underneath my guilty feet
It was all in vain

What wouldn't you try to do
If you already lost for two
What would you hold on to
If everything you knew was a lie

Do you understand me now
Did you already see me then
As the chosen one
From the prophecies
Until entropy

(Bonus track)

Born in nineteen ninet
Straitened to slavery by the stove
Kissed by the backhand of my love
Trapped inside four walls of hell
I couldn't escape being penniless
Seven kids and my body was done
I had an idea coming to me at night
To remove the joker from our bed

Loaded a gun under my pillow
A bullet for every child that we had
Hail Satan I found the way
This is for holding my needs out of reach

Your brains splattered on the walls
Oppression brought us here
I'm keeping your phallus on a shelf
And I'm hating you from beyond my grave

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