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Dead Belief

Mors Subita

[Verse 1]
Redeemer of nothingness
Your goal, pure emptiness
Pathetic waste of human race
Stitched eyes, blinded from hell

[Chorus 1]
Poor mind, isolated in comfort cell
Good and gracious mercy's whore
Your schizophrenic mind
Is feeding your dreams
Forever sleep

[Verse 2]
You give and more you give the more you take
By giving for poor you're buying relief
You are decorating your golden image
Hypocrite

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I bet you doesn't even see
Your dead belief, twisted reality

[Chorus 1]

[Instrumental]
[Pre-Chorus 2]
No more mercy in the veil of charity

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]
Organizations grabbing their part
In the veil of charity
We'll wash your sins and you shall be free
Sickness of profusion

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