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Getting A Grip On Things (The Crucified Album Version)
The Crucified
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Hey kids, a perfect word for everything I think of you
You were concocted by my gods with a sonic air-foil
Do a chance, do a trick, do all that I wish you
I shall obliterate you, and that's what I love about you
Can you feel my anger?
Gross, really classy day
Did I say my thanks? I did, I said my thanks
Satan has been beat
Focused on his power more than the thing
I'd stop myself and sympathize with every single life
Simple as the lies I've spoken, I trust the lies I've pledged
It's legit, madness, obscene, it's the villainous of my guilt
Cannot budget my fear, I'll take my sword and my dead bow
Can you see our numbers?
We grow with each passing day
Did I say my thanks? I did, I said my thanks
Satan has been beat
Focused on his power more than the thing
We'll dig a tree, I'll paint you black, yellow, white and red
I'm brushing up my brother and our daughters around your neck
In a corner we see a child and a father who beats the wife
No one yet can see the effect this has upon his life
Twenty years down the road, he's a living example of his father
Lives his life for the drink of the bottle and beats his two-year-old daughter
And I can see your name between the lines
Broken bodies fill bloodied fields, the billions of soldiers die
Others fill the fields, others fill the skies
Just what have we accomplished? Just what have we become?
Satisfy nothing but a selfish greed and kill our very children
I can hear you laughing all the while
Must you know and hate the words of God?
God and truth is mine, your time will come
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