Butthole Stigmata

from by Hershel Krom

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I don't want to be saved no matter what your beliefs.
Its all a big ruse preying on the week.

All your gods they will let you down.
Nothing waiting but cold dead ground.
Grasping at something that does not exist.

Desperate for more, you can't find meaning.
This life of suffering with nothing to gain.
Born in plague, scared to be forgotten.
Keep playing pretend.
We're all dead in the end.

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from Demo 2014, released January 16, 2014

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