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Corrupsin

sold my soul to the church
cause I'm told that they own me
broken battered and steam rolled
not sure i agree
with your tactics so blunt
smashed in my face
you shut up for a minute
let me say this of your faith

I'm not gonna testify
I'm not gonna stand in your line
you let all the others through
yet maybe thats what gets you

you tell me I'm unclean
you tell me i need faith!
you tell me I'm his dream
maybe I'm okay?

in other words your faith is your power (you let all the others through)
hold it 'bove our heads by the hour (you let all the others through)
maybe you'll learn faith isn't remedy
maybe you'll see pray isn't purity

hold it 'bove our heads (x4)

I'm not gonna testify
I'm not gonna stand in your line
you let all the others through
yet maybe thats what gets you

I'm not gonna testify
I'm not gonna stand in your line
you let all the others through
yet maybe thats what gets you

don't tell me im obscene
don't tell me i need faith
you tell me not to dream
i tell you not to waste

your breath on me!

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