Apocryphal Songtext

Guard your mind don't let it guide your life. I sing To The Heavens with out a
though a thought without a thought. Endless pointless preaching without a book
to back them up. What have we become? A distressful one. Who is this God we
are lifting up. Idols replace the sacred one.
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