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Gold Dust - Mike Delinquent Project Remix

de Tommy Loude

Yesterday I heard you say
That you are all your God demands
So ruled, so saint, above any pain

Who are you trying to fool?
It won't be me I swar

My God is love, I heard you say
Kindness is what you pretend to preach
But who gave you the power to sentence?

All those different from your
Delusional pattern

But today
You'll wake up in chains
With a note that says
Let's a play a little game?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you you're a sinner for being straight
You were not born like that
Don't you remember when you chose to be an aberrance?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you'll go to hell because of your behave
You should hide yourself
Nobody needs to see such a disgusting being

No, you won't run away
We'll play your game
And you'll feel a little taste
Of what you've done to me

If your God is really love
Do you think he would approve
All the words you said
All the punches you gave

You've only spreaded hate
No matter where you've been

You think you have the right
To determine what is right
And what is wrong
And what wrong all based on your ignorance

But today
You'll wake up in chains
With a note that says
Let's a play a little game?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you you're a sinner for being straight
You were not born like that
Don't you remember when you chose to be an aberrance?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you'll go to hell because of your behave
You should hide yourself
Nobody needs to see such a disgusting being

No, you won't run away
We'll play your game
And you'll feel a little taste
Of what you've done to me

Don't you realize?
The words you follow just don't seem right
And you follow blind
What's been edited a thousand times

Parents keep hating
Beating their children
Expelling them from home
Leaving them hopeless

You seem so proud
Of your fucking holy book
You say that's what that your God wants
So notorious

There's no heaven for the ones like me
There's no heaven for the ones like me
You say that there's no heaven for the ones like me

So many of us, hurt, damaged, ended lives
Because people like you, think they are above the rights

But lets make you think, at least for one time

How can a God of love
Condemn his own creation
For being who they are?
For loving who they love?

But maybe you'll have to feel to realize

But today
You'll wake up in chains
With a note that says
Let's a play a little game?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you you're a sinner for being straight
You were not born like that
Don't you remember when you chose to be an aberrance?

I'll point my finger on your face
I'll tell you'll go to hell because of your behave
You should hide yourself
Nobody needs to see such a disgusting being

No, you won't run away
We'll play your game
And you'll feel a little taste
Of what you've done to me

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