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synakill - blasphemy, pt. 3 كلمات الأغنية

if god created me in his perfect image
then what is with this life i’ve been living?
riddled with addictions
blood from slit wrists dripping
with mouth full of prescriptions
i’m ready for a crucifixion
if that’s what it takes to finally fix this
i’m way p-ssed the point of losing hope
maybe i need to let it all go
put it all down into a note
before i put the rope around my throat
i’m ready to choke, watch my eyes glow
as i disappear into a cloud of smoke
finished the suicide joke, now god is dead
after this nothings left
i’ve tried to pray i guess
but in the silence i can hear neglect
don’t know what else i ever would expect
if gods not dead, well then, he sure is deaf
i tried to reach for the light, man
i’ve tried to change my life
but there’s a demon deep inside
an obsession with suicide
a desire to expire high
can you see that dead look in my eyes?
i’m just biding time until i can finally die
i light a cigarette to try help calm my nerves
it’s weird walking this earth
when you know that you belong in the dirt
try to clean myself up
but it never ever seems to work
tainted since birth
i’ll never know how it feels to be pure

chorus:
they say god works in mysterious ways
you just need to have faith
you just need to pray
they say god works in mysterious ways
you just need to have faith
you just need to pray
you just need to have faith
he’ll answer your prayers one day

verse 2: (slick ross)
one things for sure, its a mystery
that why i got this piff with me, this 5th with me
this misery
im looking for epiphany
i heard it was last seen on the corner of 96th with me
trying to get off a 50 piece
this pain sticks with me, injected into lyrics on display
im always on my job
thats why i just quit my job today
cause i ain’t got no time to waste
in my life i want the final say
before im judged by the one who lets innocent kids fry away
we sippin on that radiation c-cktail
we try to sever heads but were just cutting of the ox tail
why does everything we ever want fail?
makes my soul feel like throwing a ‘going out of stock’ sale
im a well and im going dry
cause my supply’s a mirage in the sky
thats probably why any miracles are hard to find
cause sh-t ive tried
i guess i can’t make wine out of all this blood
so i just let it spill, look here it comes…

i won’t ask forgiveness from you
i seek my own redemption
i fall apart again and again
i don’t need entrance into heaven
satan can have my soul
h-ll, i’ll let him
as long as everyone else is protected from my indiscretions
i’m sick of causing pain to those close to me
knowing i can never be who i am supposed to be
all that’s left, is the broken me
beheaded while down on two knees
angels cheer while i bleed
and demons feast on me
forsaken in a war that was fought over my soul
i’m so burned out now, everything feels cold
decaying away
no point in wasting prayers on this lost cause
if we’re all part of god
i got all of his flaws
why would you create me this way?
with so many chemical imbalances in my brain
obstacles constantly in my way
and give me no will power or strength?
it just seems strange
for someone with a perfect plan
for god to make me such an imperfect man
i just really don’t understand

- synakill

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