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Digging up the corpse of dead ideas, Their stench of untruths lay in the dirt.
A shared history of pain and hurt, In archaic pride they gather here.
Graves and Gods, Gods and graves, They are fools, intellectually slaved.
Graves and Gods, Did you really think your god would save?
“You’ll burn in hell” You hear them say/ But I abhor with these unbiblical chords!
When you see a steeple what do you see? Love and hope, or despondency?
Brainwashed masses with sombre faces, Odd ceremonies and fresh ditches.
Graves and Gods, Gods and graves, They are fools, intellectually slaved.
Graves and Gods, Did you really think your god would save?
Bury your God, Bury their God.
Bury your God, Bury their God.
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