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Testo: Blood Of The Martyr. Other. There's No Place Like Home.


Murder, rape and greed
that's all i ever see
religious pharisees
Deceiving the weak
And it breaks my heart
This world was lost from the start
Fueled by lust and degradation
Objectification destroys the nation
Fooled by drugs and substance abuse
sometimes i feel like it's no use
So I can't wait for the judgement day
'cause this whole damned world's going up in flames
But this can't be the picture perfect life
'cause of the poison in their minds and the hate in their eyes
And as easy as it is, I'll never go with the flow
As time passes by my rebellion will grow
So for now I will hold true, to God's will through and through
It's by the grace of God i've made it this far
I'm tryin so hard to make the best with what i've got
THIS WORLD IN FLAMES, I'LL BE UNSCATHED
THROUGH SIN AND SHAME, I WILL REMAIN
There is no place like home, this is where I belong
Blood Of The Martyr