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Nietzche is Dead
Eliminate the trust and fall.
A lot I can learn (I can learn from pain).
That's how I fell
because of your lies (I've seen your lies).
Yes, a lot I can learn from "the wrong"
(but something is not "the wrong").
Why am I supposed to pray for a pray
when I've killed all the gods to believe?
I am so sorry
but my true beliefs burn at the stake.
Of course I know you taste it...
you blame me because the gods
you could belong to are now "the wrong"
and you know it's not right to trust "the wrong".
Why am I supposed to pray for a pray
when I've killed all the lies to believe?
I am the giant god beneath the faithful tears.
I am "THE" giant god, so spoonfed trust on me.
I am afraid you don't even know my name but...
you talk with empty rooms and YOU call ME "the insane".
