Sooner if my Canadian BP Believer, can add PDF/other anti-pirating bells and whistles can to it...
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3.0 will turn your re-comp water, into wine. Some think it's Lucifer's blood, seeping from the vine. For many it'll be a savior, in these desperate re-comp times. Personally, it just helps me to forget, that I was just born........to die.
You came here like many did, to find a better way. To find your way to Gainsville, to finally bring gains alive... You Believer's know nothing good comes easy, sometimes gains take time. I made 3.0's bed, you'll lie in it.... to die in its a crime.
You can't help to gain... 3.0's streets are paved w/gold. The mine runs deeper here, than anybody's known. I was forced to pack up on my wife and son, had to leave them both back home. There's nothing in 3.0's paycheck, the phantom's all I known...
The pirates took my money, it's gone. My "Corporate America" job is gone. Still, you Believer's kept the faith...you kept hangin' on.
Over at the torrent, the pirates are swimmin' in quicksand. Prayin' for holy water, to wash the sins from their hands.... At the torrent, the promise has run dry. They'll all be crying, it's because they step into my 3.0 Asylum, not one of them is getting out alive. Not this time....
I went to church Sunday and heard the preacher say, we Believer's were God's children... and he'd be back some day. I hoped that he knew something, when I was discharged from the psyche ward - somethin' as he drank that cup of wine...
I didn't have too good a feelin', as I walked out to the night. I cursed that sky to open... I begged those clouds for rain. I prayed to Jesus for water, for the burning in my veins. My soul was on fire - and I had to watch the flames. Did my dreams go up in smoke? Did my future blow away?? Still, I thought of you Believer's, hangin' on to me...
In 3.0, you'll be swimming in gold. Where there will be holy water, though there are no sins, to wash from your fine hands.... In 3.0 for you, the promise hasn't run dry - where tears of joy will be cried, and every, single Believer gets out of my 3.0 Asylum, alive....
We spend our lives praying, for some kind of re-comp reward. Seems some time that payoff....leaves you feelin', like a filthy whore. If you can choose the way you'll die, make it by the gun or by the knife. 'Cause doing it my way.... there's too much pain. Night after night after night......
In 3.0, your holy water's coming... though there are no sins, to wash from your fine hands. For you, the promise will be delivered... the promise hasn't run dry.
Only tears of joy will be cried, and you're all getting out of 3.0's Asylum..... healthy and alive!!!
3Faces of Fear(tm) 4Life.....
