God, your children are useless
They are horses on a carousel
This world is the way to the hell
Do nothing just make a mess
I'm afraid and tired of u, world
Don't blame them, it's ur fault
Kids are born, adults are killed
God, plz, get us out of this guilt!
U blew up at us and left us alone
We have to sell our souls to Satan
Our sins build ur bloody throne
Forgive me, I can't help but hate
Trapped in this world for what?
Holy prison became an evil home
When God made us he was stoned
Man, l'm done, gimme another shot
god
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