Mor - Christian Sheeps lyrics

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Jehova children

Your fate is the faceless flock

Your master promises you nothing

Except the silly talk

Sheeps

Christian sheeps

Sheeps of Jesus

Weeps of bible

All I've heard

Weeps of Jesus

You're living in fear

Of a god non-exist

Conjured and sold

To you by your priest

You have no reason

Which is rare among the meek

Your world is a prison

Your faith is weak

The fate of slaves

Is butcher's knife

You're skinned and chopped

It's alogic end to your whole life

But don't worry

Your meat will end in trash

I don't eat deadmeat

It's jackal's stash

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