L'appel Du Vide

Unpleasant living in the city that bleeds
 Constantly stuck in between
 Going for broke, gotta pray I don't choke
 But there's no God up there listening
 Yeah
 My declaration as a man standing on his square
 You raise your hands in praise, but there's no one up there
 Two decades wasted on a harmless lie
 Actions dictated to avoid the wrath of some nigga in the sky
 Is there a God above? (No!)
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 So how can you believe with all the pain around?
 Force-fed (false hope) praying just to hear yourself
 The golden groves are empty, paradise is lost
 Fucking prayed away your sanity, but at what cost?
 D'you not fucking around, Chloe?
 So find me something that looks like a prince
 So I can grab on his assholes and shake their tree
 Because this not fuckin' around thing is about to go both ways