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Before I fall to your judgement or praise from my knees I believe thereʼs no salvation From what I see, this is a fucking disease All Iʼve felt is a resistance Since I learned of a vice Why invest so much faith in a jaded life Between the wrong and right Things to say for whichever way Your book of praise coveys The framework laid On God, you fucking son of a bitch And when you close those eyes, You better pray that he exists To save some face No hand to guide the lines of the steps I take No need for a spiritual mask to know my place I canʼt foresee trust in a habit, your disease So set me free, and simply fall in line with the weak Youʼre just stuck there with a view of black and white Cause you rely on outdated words to define your life All Iʼve felt is a resistance Since I learned of a vice Why invest so much faith in a jaded life Between the wrong and right Swift ways of casting judgment While I beg and plead I believe thereʼs no salvation From what I see, this is a fucking disease You say Iʼll save some face If I follow your act of faith Well, fuck your saving grace Only I can change my ways Disease From Letras Mania