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compsigh - 2007 lyrics

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my body is a temple
built by myself for god
with ivory stairs and great big bells
with tourists taking pictures

god sits there and she lights up her bowl
the insisting cloud is her domain
and she does what she likes, whenever she can
but she’d rather stay sober the nights before work

cold as soldier, run like a human
pour one out and scream it in sync

where is your god now
where’d he run off to the coward he was
as his servants run out, their hands in the air
i take my aim and not one i shall sparе
because god wields no mеrcy
at least not when she threatens to punish me
so just hide in your room and comfort your ma
because god takes no prisoners
if the winter is my enemy then why am i close friends with the snow

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