Your God

Bridges burnt. Well deserved. Your god is ignorance.
I cannot serve. Of all the shit. That I've learned.
Is to expect nothing. In return.
Hide in four walls to keep the warmth in.
My windows are shut but the cold still gets in.



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Writer(s): James Root, Corey Taylor, Shawn Economaki, Josh Rand
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