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You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me

Ask no questions and you'll get no lies
Turn the cheek and blind the eye
Let it go
Bend the knee and give away your life
Bite your tongue and close your mind
Never know

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'Cause you got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me

You're not blessed, you're cursed
And it's getting worse now

It makes no sense, but it must be right
The blood and sweat you sacrificed
Was it all for nothing?
'Cause we've found no sign and we've seen no light
We hear no voice when we pray at night
But we swore, and now it's too late to turn back

You're not blessed, you're cursed
And it's getting worse now

You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me

No, don't preach to me
Don't preach me (you're not blessed, you're cursed)
No, don't preach me (and it's getting worse now)
It's blasphemy

Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Jordan Keith Attwood Fish, Lee David Malia, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls

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