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• Artiste: David Vida
• Titre: They Think They're Gods
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You're growing weary in San Jose Listening to the Diatribes of an old an itching for a war His outrage was hard to ignore These old men are filled with fear filled by scribes and pharisees these things are sad to see adopted daughter indoctrinated ignorance and misguided mother with the burden of denial God Knows they think they're gods x3 The fruit is lodging in their throats as they bear the pale mark of scorn its unfortunate they refuse to know The obvious is I'm my mothers only son I'm far too sensitive to indulge the grave faces of denial I'm so serious you'd think I was in a game so I take comfort among the peons the plight and struggles of the poor God knows they think they're gods x3 With their shallow hearts they choose to ignore and reside in the very prison of denial supporting George's ambitious wars like the poor workaholic horse of George Orwell's allegoric prose