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This is Reality, That I'm forced to Live

 Living a fucking lie, with nothing else to give

 Staying put. a thumb pressed down

 Somethings not quite clear, look around



Bury

 The cross

 Religion

 Is lost

 I wont

 Take a fall

 But I would

 Question All



We seek this truth, no justice have I seen

 Up or down or in between

 No facts to back you up

 Straight Jacket, medicine



Bury

 The cross

 Religion

 Is lost

 What's what

 You make the call

 But I would

 Question All



I 'll do this, You do that

 Spectator, Aristocrat

 Oh my god, who's at bat

 My Messiah?

No I would never say that

 So now where are ya at

 Beware The Cheshire Cat

 High brow in low dark hat

 Fools now, Where the Fuck you at?



Bury

 The cross



I 'll do this, You do that

 Spectator, Aristocrat

 Oh my god, who's at bat

 My Messiah?

So now where are ya at

 Beware The Cheshire Cat

 High brow in low dark hat

 Fools now, Where the Fuck you at



Bury

 The cross