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				Feb 6th, 2009, 05:10 PM
			
			
			
		
			
			       
				
			
			  
		
 
	
	
		
		
		Are you afraid, afraid to die 
Don't be afraid, afraid to try 
Are you afraid to die 
Don't be afraid of suicide 
Just take that razor blade 
And cut your wrist down to the bone 
And die laughing 
Are you afriad, afraid to die 
Don't be afraid, afraid to try 
Suicide 
Suicide 
 
 
And something from my namesake to keep with the God Is Dead Theme: 
God looked down from heaven shook his head and wept 
His flock had gone astray wolves mingling with sheep 
You tried to save man once by sending down a son 
But the bastards nailed him up and laughed at what they’d done 
 
You gang raped mother nature I love a virgins cry 
Blood poured from the earth she suffered and she died 
Rusty scissors still in hand you castrated father time 
Feed his balls to the hounds that drink his cum like wine 
 
God is dead 
 
You’ve taken all my precious gifts 
I gave unto you life from by breath 
You a product of my love 
Your gratitude shown in my death 
 
God is dead 
 
The devil has taken your spirit 
Keeps it chained up in the night 
Tells you that evil is good 
But you will never see the light 
 
God is dead 
 
Eat his body drink his blood then we’ll sing our song of love 
 
Now you come crawling on your hands and knees 
You beg for forgiveness suck me till I bleed 
And for your transgressions heretical blasphemy 
The punishment is damnation you’ll burn interminably 
 
Look what you’ve done to nature 
And what you ’ve done to time 
There’s no more room in hell 
Your sinners you steal what is mine 
 
God is dead 
 
Now the dead walk the earth 
There’s nowhere to hide 
The devil and his disciples 
Rejoice my suicide 
 
God is dead 
 
Bustin’ heads breaking legs smashin’ faces spreading hate 
Screaming out this can’t be real 
Broken bottles chains and knifes bats and pipes to end your life 
Crush you beneath my wheels 
 
And of course no regret give me freedom or give me death 
You’re flirting with disaster 
Riding wild running free no one’s gonna govern me 
		
	
		
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