Not many know me
And those that do
Ignore me
No one else loves me
And those that try
Forgive me
They live a lie.
Although they try
They don’t know me
From Adam.
Or Eve, Cain, or Abel
I rise above the fanatical bullshit.
I wish I could see
The truth in you
About me
What’s it mean To be
Anything but
To be free.
It’s all a lie
And now we cry
We don’t know free
From Adam.
Or Eve, Cain, or Abel
I rise above the fanatical bullshit.
From love
Relieve, pain, or able
I rise above the fanatical bullshit.
From Adam.
Or Eve, Cain, or Abel
I rise above the fanatical bullshit.
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