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Don't need no crystal balls No idols on my walls No luck chain around my neck My star sign's I don't have to check. Wretched are they in dead things putting their hopes Who have given things made by human hands the title of gods Gold silver and finely worked likenesses of animals Carved by some hand long ago. Don't need no crystal balls No idols on my walls Don't need my tarots read My star sign's I don't have to check. In their search for God and their eagerness To find Him living amongst His works They strive to comprehend Him And fall victim to appearances Even so they are not to be excused If they are capable of aquiring enough knowledge To investigate the world How have they been so slow to find it's Master? It's not your will that the works of your wisdom lie idle. From Letras Mania