Even when we don't belieeevvveee.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Maybe i'll give their old stuff another try and just pound it into my head until I like it.
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I took a piss in every ocean
SO FUCK THE WORLD
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Album Rating: 4.5
LOVE IS HERE NOW THAT YOU'RE AT YOUR END
This album is incredible!
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Album Rating: 4.0 | Sound Off
I was listening to this the other night for the first time in ages and I love it as much as ever.THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE WHO SEARCH FOR SOMETHING MORE NEVER GIVE UP NEVER GIVE IN!
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GOD IN MY WAY
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I love this album. Salty Grave is such a beautiful song.
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is that a reference to sodom and gomorrah
and the hypothetical formation of the dead sea
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Album Rating: 4.0
stupid christians and their stupid stories
when will they ever shutup
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my world economic history professor made a comment that we're almost to the point where christianity is no longer relevant
I agreed
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Album Rating: 4.0
good thing he's just an economics teacher then...
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well technology has almost reached the point to disprove it all indefinitely
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Album Rating: 4.0
I WAS PROMISED FLYING CARS GODDAMMIT!
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Believing the world is only a few thousand years old, lol.
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believing I came from dust, lol.
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Album Rating: 4.0 | Sound Off
believing Mary was an impregnated virgin, lol.
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I am going to make sputniksecular.com. No religious music/lists/discussions/anything whatsoever. I mean, I'd be running it, so I can't be banned, but still. I shouldn't have even come into this thread.
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believing Mary was an impregnated virgin, lol.
artificial insemination in 1 b.c.
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'I WAS PROMISED FLYING CARS GODDAMMIT!'
Truth be told, a world full of hormonal teenagers driving flying cars would scare the fuck out of me. I'd live in a bunker and never come out.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Upon my arrival, I either learn to swim or drown
As I struggle for air I see only water
And I reach for anything as I cry for help
I feel my body growing week slipping away,
It occurs to me that my cries are worthless
Acknowledging death, I no longer mourn my own loss
And begin to sing praises to the one that has me here
As I sink to my salty grave I drown
No hand to reach for, no ear to listen
That part makes my hair stand on end.
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