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Unable to speak Tripping over my own feet,
like I'm Hallucinate 'un, 
just lose some weight son.
Demons whispering in my ears so sick I regurgitate
every herb I ate to suppress this, 
I'm Restless,

Sampling my Brain so they can test the insane,
praying to God for his blessings, but all feel is pain.
Putting my Middle finger to sky to pass the blame,
If I'm created in Gods Image then you should feel ashamed,

When I was in church they told me I was saved,
emptying my pockets for you, 
doing what they said you told me to,
just to be a slave. 
I've had it up to here and I think I've finally caved,

If it wasn't for these Demons I wouldn't know you existed at all,
the proof of evil is the only thing keeping me from
unloading this revolver in a crowded mall, 
If you're so powerful then why is you're voice so small?
the demons blast my ear drums till I'm convinced this IS Hell,
I'm done filtering myself to be part of a society built by self
righteous monsters, Christless In a crisis
Been abandon by everybody but my sponsors,
They think they'll make a dollar off my concerts,
But I'm broke Now and I need a new pair of boxers