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Blood flows like rivers, in this barren land, No time for sorrow, no future, no plan. Who can you trust, in this lawless domain? Where greed and corruption fuel this wild terrain. Is God alive or has He met His end? In this cowboy gangster life, where the rules bend.
Voices in my skull say God's met His end, But I see the signs, He ain't just pretend. Blood spills, rain turns this desert ground red, In this cowboy's creed, God ain't dead, He's ahead