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I don't want nobody to tell me that

Soul is the matter

Cause the soul is what enslaves you

And it leaves you with puddles of the water

That's bleeding out from your dirty eyes

No, I don't want nobody to tell me that

Soul is the matter

Cause the soul is what is made so you can

Shut your sweet mouth forever

God accepts credit cards

Mass manipulation, we thought it ended

We thought the vision we're benefiting from

Is our own, not television's

I'm not tellin' visions 'cause there's no reason

Not till it's obvious enough that it only comes from observations

And self-reflection

So give your brain a second

We only take lessons from the past and trust our ancients but

Don't tell me you can't envision

It's just been too long, you belong to newspapers and fake religion mongers

Free your mind, have faith in God if that's your way about it

But don't trust people who read the Bible for you, for money

Today, they're so up to speed, you might hear them say

"God accepts credit cards"

Watch your pockets being

Sacrificed again

At the speed of a bright laser

Right on time for

Sunday, god's more

Active if you got papers

We're being taken for the pawns of a bad game

Paying taxes on holy wafers

And later, we're

Thrown again in this

Funny game they built

We're never the game master

The rules are

If you think you won

Then they know they did

Pick you up among

Everybody here

If you hunker down

Trying to resist

Believe it or not

You're already in I mean you belong

To the fugitives

To the ones who can't

Reveal anything

Wanting to denounce

"God accepts credit cards"