I don't want anything to do with anything divine
No penitence, no patience, no design
No creation, no decline
I don't want any good to come from all my disbelief
No silver-lined exceptions, no reprieve
No redemption, no release
Every lie has its disciples
So maybe i’ve been too devout
But do you count yourself a casualty of a drunken god's mistakes
When they were always yours to make?
Free will isn't free but we all pay a different price
And i’ve got nothing but my morals left to sacrifice
If i can’t empty out my sentences before i die
Then i’ll be wearing out my welcome in the afterlife
Every mountain bears its fortune
But i don’t climb except for you
But do you count yourself a casualty of the shadows of your past
When they were always yours to cast
It's hard work having a soul
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