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Crucified by your own mistakes Condemned by your own weakness I can't see on it anything like a savior You are nothing but a jewish myth A myth that makes his followers as weak as you were Slaves of servitude Raise your hands That's the best you can do There will be two thousand more years of weakness The weakness that that keeps passing through generations Poor lambs They live to exalt the power of light But they don't realize they are living In the most absolute darkness They can't see that their way Is to the abattoir You're really nothing more than miserable lambs Slaves of the hippie jew Is this your savior? Legends and myths fall Your story has never been more than a jewish tale A tale that is still supplying the needs of this people "Chosen" by this weak and impotent jehovah From Letras Mania