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Weak and sick, dying in the sand
No such thing as a promised land
Don't lose faith in a better life
Reincarnation, poor excuse
You're dying, you asshole, your religion can't help you now
Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow
Rotting bones in your barren fields
Worshipped creature's supposed to heal
He won't save you, and he won't save me
See what you wanna see
Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe
Dying and starving in the fields you used to know
You're tied and bound to a God's useless advice
Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight
In the end, you'll return once more to die again
Go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin
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