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Its a sham, its a fraud

its a useless prayer.

I applaud you if God

can hear you all the way over there

I pick Satan, I pick Allah

I even choose Ganesh.

All my idols are ballas

the sanctified in the flesh.

I dont know what to choose

so I guess Ill pick them all

I wont ever lose

if on my virtues I call.

Ill follow them all, Ill follow nothing

pushing forward through this mass of strings

I just want to eat, have a chance at fuckin

I dont need the comfort piety brings

I'm sure where I am, in heathenry

maybe one day I'll change my mind

but until then I'll stay lost at sea

floating forever on a raft made of time.

I'll tear all your thoughts asunder

I doom the pillaged and the plundered

in a room adorned with the holy number

all for a sacred peice of lumber.