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letra de don't believe - sketch the bottom feeder

there’s a monster inside me
but i blend in, i’m a shark in a white tee
when i flow ya cower, i got so much power
not even god can defy me
‘cause he lives in your head, but when i say that you little f-gs might p-ss in your beds
‘cause you can’t imagine being alone in the universe
real talk, when you christians are dead you get turned into ash and get thrown into a he-rs-
ya feel small, you flinch at the death
but chill all keep it simplistic instead
not to k!ll y’all so, but still all those sins you confess are a waste of your time
you pray to the guy but no one’s listening your breath
won’t be spent in a better way
no amount of prayers should make you doubt your hair is gonna turn grey
time is the enemy, and you won’t win but that doesn’t mean god is a savior
there’s really no sense fighting that opponent
throws men down and their bodies became dust
after decomposin’ they get blown away by the cold win and they’re gone when the rain comes
let me say it one mo’ ‘gin time is the enemy and a myth is not gonna save ya

(hook x2)
i, don’t believe in god
so why, hope to see tomorrow?
time chokes and bleeds our clocks but
christ won’t, relieve your sorrow

i’m just another straight white male who thinks he could ? and leave
or what not to, hasn’t life taught you anything yet?
if i’m crushing your dreams, don’t worry i’ma stop soon
i know my plot’s doomed, still i got too much trust in my schemes
when you hear the tick-tock dude out of the clock, boom!
the notion of eternity is f-cking with me
but for now i’m in texas and this southern iq
is so low just know i’m nothing like you
they wanna build a wall ‘cause they hate their neighbors
spend a billion dollars to take their hate for
when they would k!ll ‘em all just to make us safer
some disciples, they’re nuts they simul-
taneously wanna thump their bibles and bust their rifles
this stuff is primal
ever since man first looked in the sky and thought the sun was god, he knew he needed a deity
it really hasn’t been that long that we even had the freedom to think at least, and speak of it legally
i was seeking a deeper meaning, but i came to peace with it recently
and i decided to choose my fate
when i step in a church the air drops ten degrees ‘cause the god industry is fueled by hate

(hook x2)

- sketch the bottom feeder

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