When you grow up fake
There's an immortal question
That you might ask yourself or your psychologist
Or your psychiatrist
Who can I be myself with?
That's why we need religion
And why God doesn't exist
Who are you, lost, broken soul?
Who are you, lost, broken soul?
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Who?
When you grow up fake
There's an immortal question
That you might ask yourself or your psychologist
Or your psychiatrist
Who can I be myself with?
That's why we need religion
And why God doesn't exist
Who are you, lost, broken soul?
Who are you, lost, broken soul?