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• Artiste: Travail
• Titre: Dead
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I'm dead, I'm crucified with christ Not on my in my head, I die to self with His strength You can hear the words I said I sacrafice myself, His peace is how I'm fed You hate my standard and then you fill me full of lead I'm dead in Him I hate my flesh, because of it my body dies Amazing grace flows freely and opens up my eyes I hate the devil, to me he's lied so many times I love my God becaues of him, my soul will rise Life is a joke, I feel kinda like a spoke In a wheel of many which is taken for granted This society has demanded the ignorace of conformity They reject my attempts at individuality Not only does society demand conformity But my gender demands just so extraordinary While my God demands change within the dark recesses of my soul Yet this lust within me leaves a dark empty hated hole I hate my flesh