The Nature Of The Beast Is That It Must Instill Fear In Your Core In Order To Control You a/k/a Religion

It wraps its fingers around my marionette heartstrings
And plays to me a melody
That is both bass-free and freebase.
I tremble at the thought of not having you in my life
While I close my eyes and wish myself somewhere else.
These are award-winning days that would make the devil proud
And I have become a lampshade
That dulls my own light.
Churches make me nervous
but God doesn’t scare me AT ALL.
Where have you gone?

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