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Crisis of Conscience

from Squalor by Ground

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I'm done with trying to explain myself to you
You couldn't walk just one fuckin step if you tried to wear my shoes

A workin mans a sucker
Well where's your self respect
It takes money to make money not pipe dreams and neglect

Got yourself a gun, you're on your grind
Fuck god fuck life fuck it all you just want to die

Crisis of conscience
You repent now
Swallowed by penitence
Absolve
Face the consequence
Exonerated
Just in time to end your life

No God fearing man is running this ship
No crisis of conscience will ever make me acquit

I don't need no gun, I've been on my grind
Fear God fear life fear it all cuz you're the one who dies

Dies
The one Who dies
You chose this fuckin life
Life
You chose his life pal
Now reap what you have sown

Crisis of conscience

Detriment of society
Fragile trigger finger
Where is your god now

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from Squalor, released October 10, 2016

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