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Waiting to go to school on some suburban roadThey took my backpack and emptied it in the snowThe kids at the bus stop screamed nothing.I saw an old lady one time on Astor Placesteal an old man's glasses and punch him in the faceMe and the others screamed nothing.And what's the difference if the bombs fall from the skyAnd what's the difference if you like being aliveYeah what's the difference, 'cause we're all just gonna die.A crucifix and two framed pictures of the popeI passed them all as I got evicted from my home.My Catholic landlord screamed "Amen."We don't believe in God or spirits in the sky.Unless we're desperate and need to justifythe shitty things we do so we apologize"Ya gotta get rid of my guilt, God."Before I fled the scene I smeared my shit along the baseboardsTook the moldy foodstuffs, lined them up along the tile floorJerked off on the window screen, fridge open and toilet runningBarely felt reprieve before the deluge of regret came floodingLetras de cancionesNow I can't get to sleep because I have this useless conscience.And I can't get revenge due to this stupid moral compass.And honestly I feel that all these feelings aren't worth it in the end.We don't believe in God or spirits in the skyUnless we're desperate or know someone who died.We gain perspective and we start to change our livesThen still do shitty things when the moment arrives.So what's the difference if the bombs fall from the skySo what's the difference if you like being aliveYeah what's the fucking point of thinking as you die"Ya gotta forgive all my sins, God." From Letras Mania