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This misery's justice?
Or merely the way
our random lives unite us
in meaningless sharing of pain
Believe... and isn't it easy
Who needs eyes when you've got knees
Why doubt what's done you well
Why foul what's made it so sweet
God Bless This Mess
Man made in the image...
man made crippled, weak
Creating the purest creator
denies the invalid sheep
Believe... cuz you've never been tested
No vacuum's got room for the truth
Why doubt what's done you well
Why question what can't threaten you
Swallow the opiate faith,
get high and fall into place
Dreaming,
and bleeding
your squandered pride away
Believe... it's so fucking easy
Who needs eyes when you've got knees
Why doubt what's done you well,
what's kept your conscience free
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