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The Lord Is My Weapon - Otep
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The Lord Is My Weapon Otep

The Lord Is My Weapon - Otep
Eternal salvation suffers from inflation

Say what you need to save your soul
But don't fuck with me
I'm losin' control
I'm so tired of this, so sick of you
My tongue is battered and bruised from all these attitudes

Teach me the magic of your sacred poems
Conjuring a voice of signs and omens
Prophecies got debris
The syllables and symbols breathe
And as we climb, divine
To sacrifice our wounded minds
This awkward chance to seek, insanity
I can't save you, cause I hate me

The Lord is my weapon
And I see him shoot pawns
Woman is the devil
Your God is a fraud
Everyone you knew
Everything you've ever done
Suffer for your freedom
Die by the law
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