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God doesn’t love me.나 털어놓을게 많아.고해성사는 없지.재떨이나 줘봐.Inhale. Exhale.연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와.내 몸과 입을 더럽히면hell,잠시 네 생각이 날까.넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인.내 바이러스, 내 백신.내 bible, 내 침대 밑에 dirty magazine.I'm in trouble.우린 완벽히 맞는 조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐.신성하지 않은 세상이 신성시하는 것들.They cannot change me.Nothing can save me.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.난 나를 믿어.눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.이 술잔을 믿어.But they call me a non-believer.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.난 나를 믿어.손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.내 심장을 믿어.사랑을 믿어.But they call me a non-believer.내게 약을 파는 것보다 큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것.그 답은 나의 겁, 무지와 불만을 낚아회 떠 내게 몇 배로 되파는 남는 장사.날로 먹지.숙명, 사명 띤 운명.명을 다한 이념들로 양념친 구원.알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해 허기진 현재의 상을 걷어 차는 만병의 근원.It’s hell’s kitchen.각자의 단골집의 새빨간 간판 아래 모이네.여기가 원조라며 지 입맛만 고집해.파는 건 같은 독인데.제일 무서운 게 과식한 아이디어.답 한끼만 지어 주면 상 다리가 휘어.숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지 군침 뱉지.맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.난 나를 믿어.눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.이 술잔을 믿어.But they call me a non-believer.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.난 나를 믿어.손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.내 심장을 믿어.사랑을 믿어.But they call me a non-believer.There’s no way home.멀쩡한 다리 꺾고 목발을 짚게 하는가?허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?손에 손 대신 총, 칼을 쥐게 하는가?당신들은 깨끗한가?멀쩡한 날개 꺾고 왜 땅을 기게 하는가?혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?죄없는 자는 돌 던져도 된다는 말인가?돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?Oh God.He doesn’t love me.I know He doesn’t love me.Well, neither do I.Neither do I.We are others.We are the others.God doesn’t love meI have a lot to get off my chestNo need for a confessionJust give me the ashtrayInhale. ExhaleCurses come out before the smokeIf I dirty my body and mouthHellWill I remember you for a moment?You’re my sleeping pill, my caffeineMy virus, my vaccineMy bible, my dirty magazine under my bedI’m in troubleWe’re perfectly fitting pieces for different puzzlesWhat the unholy world considers holyThey cannot change me.Nothing can save me.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way homeI believe in myselfI believe in the moments I can see with my eyesI believe in this drinkBut they call me a non-believer.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.I believe in myselfI believe in the sweat on my handsI believe in my heartI believe in loveBut they call me a non-believer.A greater vice than selling me drugs is selling me the wrong answerThat answer is my fear, reeling in ignorance and unhappinessIt’s a business that sells me meat for several times more than it’s valuedI eat it for nothingFate carries life and the missionMarinating salvation with ideas of fameOn top of an unknown futureIt’s the source of a thousand illnesses that kicks away the meal table of the starved realityIt’s hell’s kitchenThey’re all gathering under the red sign of their favorite placeSaying each place is the original, being stubborn about their own tasteWhat they sell is the same poisonThe scariest of it all are the overeating ideasJust one meal of answers makes the table shakeMaking you salivate until you can’t even hold the spoon anymoreBlind beliefs, showing signs of indigestion only after you show bloodYou try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way homeI believe in myselfI believe in the moments I can see with my eyesI believe in this drinkBut they call me a non-believer.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.I believe in myselfI believe in the sweat on my handsI believe in my heartI believe in loveBut they call me a non-believer.There’s no way home.They break a perfectly fine leg and make you use a caneThey make you eat a poisonous apple when you’re hungryThey make you hold guns and knives instead of handsAre you all clean?They break a perfectly fine wing and make you crawl on the groundThey click tongues and point fingersDoes that mean you can throw stones at the sin-less?Isn’t throwing a stone a sin itself?Oh God.He doesn’t love me.I know He doesn’t love me.Well, neither do I.Neither do I.We are others.We are the others.