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LITTLE GODZ Video (MV)




Performed By: Holy Wars
Length: 3:09
Written by: Kat Leon, Nicolas Perez




Holy Wars - LITTLE GODZ Lyrics




I battle with a God inside my brain
A torment into taught, a school of pain
We say forget me not but we'll still fade to dust
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Can't shake my shadow off
I'm tasting pennies
I tried to cut it out but it won't let me
Scrolling the clutter now
A mindless tapping
I still can't seem to feel a thing
Oh so very lonely in the crowd
They all talk so loud can't stand the sound...
All these little Gods
Little Gods
Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're born to be a God
I'm squawking like a bird
A mindless chatter
Pigs on the media sell you the laughter
Spoonful of cinnamon got you choke
Here come here comes here comes the joke
Give me a thousand lives for all my archetypes
Show me that skeleton, dig up the bones you hide
They'll build a statue for you only to tear it down
How far we've come to die alone
Bury my head deep into the ground , underground
They all talk so loud about themselves
All these little Gods
Little Gods
Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're born to be a God
Born born born born to be
Are you born to be, born to be a God?
Little Gods
All these little Gods

Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're...
Little...
Little Gods
Born to be a God
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I battle with a God inside my brain
A torment into taught, a school of pain
We say forget me not but we'll still fade to dust
Compare compare compare combust
Can't shake my shadow off
I'm tasting pennies
I tried to cut it out but it won't let me
Scrolling the clutter now
A mindless tapping
I still can't seem to feel a thing
Oh so very lonely in the crowd
They all talk so loud can't stand the sound...
All these little Gods
Little Gods
Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're born to be a God
I'm squawking like a bird
A mindless chatter
Pigs on the media sell you the laughter
Spoonful of cinnamon got you choke
Here come here comes here comes the joke
Give me a thousand lives for all my archetypes
Show me that skeleton, dig up the bones you hide
They'll build a statue for you only to tear it down
How far we've come to die alone
Bury my head deep into the ground , underground
They all talk so loud about themselves
All these little Gods
Little Gods
Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're born to be a God
Born born born born to be
Are you born to be, born to be a God?
Little Gods
All these little Gods

Who's the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you're...
Little...
Little Gods
Born to be a God
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Writer: Kat Leon, Nicolas Perez
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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