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    You think you know what the future holds
    You think you have control of your immortal soul
    Well you believe what you wanna believe
    You can deceive but you can't fool me, no

    Hypochristian, damned to salvation
    Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
    You're a self- deceiver
    Weak and useless
    Lying your way through a thousand excuses

    When you finally die, tell me where will you go?
    To the pie in the sky or the fires below?
    Will you qualify for the kingdom above with
    No joy in your heart?
    No understanding of love?

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    Pick and choose believer, the worst of your kind
    Never know which way you're going cuz you're
    Fucked in the mind…betray your friends then
    You cry about the loss
    You two-faced motherfucker
    Gonna show you who's boss!

    Hypochristian, damned to salvation
    Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
    You're a liar in waiting
    Without any answers
    Rotting on the inside from a spiritual cancer

    Hypochristian, you're a false witness
    Infecting the world with jehovah's sickness
    Chosen by "god", an assembly of liars
    If there is a hell you will burn in its fires

    Hypochristian, damned to salvation
    Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
    Peddler of poison and moral dysfunction
    Preaching your gospel of self-destruction

    Hypochristian, pray for salvation
    No escape from your situation
    You're a blind-believer, a self-deceiver
    Liar in waiting…damned to salvation

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    Composición: Thomas Thorn

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